A man, living west on the coast,
Asked himself, what matters most?
Is it money or fame,
Or outlandish claims,
That to others just sound like a boast?
None of all that matters much.
They're no more than nonsense and such.
At the end of the day,
They all go away,
And fade at the slightest of touch.
So what is it, when push comes to shove,
Gentle but strong, like a velvet glove?
It's simple but true,
The power in you,
To hope and to help and to love.
All of this I know firsthand.
It's something that I understand.
My family and friends
Give me love without end
And I wear their strength like a brand.
So thank you to those in my life.
Stronger than hurt, pain or strife.
And to those who'd hurt you,
A warning or two,
Bitch, I'll straight up cut you with my knife.