Life's Two Thousand Sixteen Grand

A poem on my cellphone,
Poem on my cell.
Am I using too much echo?
You can go to hell.

If you live a bad life,
If you live a life.
I just want to be mad nice,
Just want to be nice.

But what if you're unjust?
Then you've got dumb luck,
Like walking in the storm,
And suddenly you get dumbstruck.

What's so hard to fathom?
All of life is random,
We take all this for granted,
Until we get the ransom.

You can be who you want!
Me ill be a grandson,
And never ever a bad one!
I'm home.