Throughout your lifetime you might find you cross the line
Whether it be confined to trivial matters or major crimes
But remember ya mind, cos the horizon appears every morning
Comprising of 365 that’s forming the dawn of your calling
The voice willing you through the present, loud and enthralling
Shouldn’t ignore it, its an incentive to get past the scorning
Relentless of the facts, cos what fell has fallen, its done
Its dead and buried so change and run with the next direction
That’s manifesting in context with your own dissecting
The Chopping and slicing, on your journey to perfecting
What you call “my goal” keeps you on a steady momentum
The pendulum that keeps you focused and still contending
With the hell bend lending swaying your focus, impending
But with strength it’s amended if your destiny is chosen
Cryogenically frozen in a constant motion of forward going
Mind over matter is proven, so get in the zone and get moving
Sowing contusions with future’s stitches cos wishes mean shit
It comes down to grit, getting your hands dirty, ya gotta commit
The ones who resist are the ones stuck, fucked up in the past
Who come last, so stay strong and belong and stay in tact
Cos its fact, dwelling on history is a route to an untimely collapse…