Fear keeps us focused on the past or worried about the future. If we can acknowledge our fear, we can realize that right now we are okay. Right now, today, we are still alive, and our bodies are working marvelously. Our eyes can still see the beautiful sky. Our ears can still hear the voices of our loved ones.

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Tripping With Dick Vitale
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Ca sĩ: Kid Rock
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Dumb diti dumb dang dang di dumb
2 bums in an alley with a bottle of rum
1 bum said look Jack I'm the ****
Put his knees to his ears and sucked his own ****
 
My mothers crazy I think she sniffs glue
She never liked me and I know that's true
Kicked me out the crib becuz I got a tattoo
No one loves me and no one cares
 
And all I ever get is funny stares
I can't help it if I'm nothin but a wino
So I hang at the zoo chillin with the rhinos
Stealin' bottles of booze outta A & P
 
I know a girl at Denny's and I always eat free
Got the same birthdate as Thomas Crapper
For Christmas I bought the old man the Clapper
I'm so dapper you can call me Dan
 
But they call me round eye when I'm chilin in Japan
Got a bad *** ***** adn she ain't no dike
But **** that ho and let me tell ya what I like
I like bean burritos from Taco Bell
 
I like trippin on acid with **** Vitale
My hair ain't plastic and my clothes aren't clashin'
I write my rhymes on a schooner in a 90's fashion
Took too many many trip and now I can's stop trippin
 
My mellow D. killed a rat in the kitchen
You think you toke tuff I'd disagree
Nobody blows more doobs than Richard D.
I get ill on hoes who I know ain't fertile
 
I'm a real jet setter like Cecil turtle
I'm down with Bill Bands so **** Joe Glover
And while I'm at it mother **** fat *** Sally Struthers
You look fine girl kinda undercover
 
But I can't **** ya 'cause you look like my mother
I said dang digee dang di dang dang
It ain't Eric Estrada or cool and The Gang
You know I hand in the Clem chillin on the strip
 
With all them mother ****ers who slang that ****
You know I'm a pimp hold my **** like a holster
You sing it "all the girls want a kid rock poster"
Lifes a big joke and that's how it strikes me
 
But **** it 'cause I know "Somebody up there likes me."
*******s are only *******s, fo sho'