We are all a kid from somewhere,
We have our origins,
but in the end we are all mice.
We all have our struggles in life,
And when that happens we get thrown into a bucket full of cream.
That leaves you with two choices,
Sit in the bucket and drown,
or fight for your existence so hard,
that you turn the cream into butter,
and just climb out.
We are all that one person from that one place,
But the best of us or the ones who climb out of the bucket,
And survive off the butter.