You See,  

Some folks can be devastatingly destructive,  

Some folks can be passionately productive,  

Some folks are designed to live with the demons they're stuck with,  

Some folks persistently deny the positives.

 

Some folks are not fit and healthy,  

Some folks are sickly wealthy,  

Most folks are ultimately empty,  

And leave this world without a penny.

 

Some folks crumble under a shouldered weight  

That soon becomes too heavy,  

Because some folks just aren't ready.

 

Some folks make such demands  

Which put most folks in the way of much harm,  

Some folks remain collective and calm.

 

Some folks break so others can stand,  

Some folks bleed whilst refining their plan,  

Some folks know they are eternally damned,  

Some folks are really just looking for a hand.

 

Some folks vanish without ever being known,  

Some folks die in other folks’ homes.  

You See.