Our Fates

I don't really like to eat that many steaks, 

God given soul that sometimes creates, 

Got tattooed on my muscle Heaven's gates,

Steadily separated from those fraudulent fakes, 

To follow this path, many steps it actually takes,

Lost nearly all that I considered to be my mates, 

Life isn't just partying and eating birthday cakes, 

Staying away from demonic rhymes like Drake's,

I've got some rap records, not enough for crates, 

Stop searching for names, one decides our fates.