Happiness is being alone.
No one around to break you down,
You’re defined, by your blood, your sweat, your bones.
In solitude, myself, I have found.
It has been a long search,
With people calling me lazy, and good for nothing.
I did it myself, without a church,
God didn’t help me when I was hurting.
The pursuit of happiness is a chase of selfishness,
You better make way for my king and queen.
I will provide, I will be selfless,
Because my son and daughter will mean everything to me.