Happy?

Is this happiness? What does happiness mean to you, huh? You smash your hands bloody, walk over heads. Money, cars, girls, expensive clothes. Is that your happiness, brother? For me, happiness is a moment of silence when I know my words helped someone breathe. When I see someone's pain got lighter, chaos in Their head gave way to clarity. This is my Valhalla, to see my lines don't Fade, but warm someone's soul, give them shade. Happiness is seeing my brothers alive right here. Almost none are left, they're in Valhalla, drinking Beer. At one table, feasting together. I want to return alive with victory forever. Start a family, a caring, faithful wife with love In her soul, not strife. I want a family, a daughter princess, And a son bandit. So love lives in the chest, not in credit. Is this happiness? Yes, the rest is dust. Take a breath. Stay, don't rush. You all rush, chasing paper wrappers. Money, money, zero discussion, no time for chatter. Without them, it's hard, but happiness isn't in Their hustle. Life is what you own. Take coins when you bustle. When death knocks, you can't buy tickets. You rise, you spin, then run in circles again. But I kneel and watch my friend Die in pain. Uh, uh, happiness is mom's happy smile. To see my father, thank him for a while. Too late. Appreciate your elders, ladies and gents. Tomorrow can become yesterday, and it all makes Sense. Sometimes happiness from first grade till the End, till gray hair. That's strength, not a façade. I envy them with white envy, beautiful. But I have my own path, not easy but Peaceful. Stop. Hey, kid, put away your accounts. This is not a market. This is destinies. You count zeros, I count who's breathing, Who left, but I hear their voice under the Ceiling. Paper king will lose at poker. Fear is the look of a guy who returned From the war. Your paradise, billions in the Account. Mine is the ground under my feet. You all rush, chasing paper wrappers. Money, money, zero discussion, no time for chatter. Without them, it's hard, but happiness isn't in Their hustle. Life is what you own. Take coins when you bustle. When death knocks, you can't buy tickets. You rise, you spin, then run in circles again. But I kneel and watch my friend Die in pain. in pain. Is this happiness? Take a breath. It's simple. Stay with us. Stay.