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Every day I wake up, the stakes up
Look in the mirror face up
What do I see…I bright young seed born to underachieve
My heart bleeds in need of the past to be retrieved
So overcome with greed…at eighteen, had the fully equipped GT
But how Grand Am I? Worried about the fly Pontiac
So I become an insomniac…the world don’t want me back
See us kids wit chronic sacks and wonder why we rap
Eyes shut to see the rhyme react quicker than Sly could jab
On this Rocky journey open wide this scab
Heals oddly fast when this mic I grab
So I try to leave behind the past
Slow down instead of driving fast
Surprised I crashed, my mind whip lashed
Swerving through these winding paths as I die at last
The light I saw was a blinding flash worse than the brightest Kodak
What a moment, I go back in my mind I own it
Thrown back in my face, put back in my place
Evidence, no lack in the trace…the Lord picked up the pace
Even after I’d spit in his face and sent my life to waste
I was resurrected in light of his grace
I like it, it’s great, life to appreciate…In spite of the previous pain
I’ve attained a serious gain.

Hook: 1x
I was cross-eyed, now I see straight
I had raw pride, now I feel pain
Lost prize, now I regained
Gotta live this motion picture by each frame
Before the bones collapse in my weak frame

Verse 2:
It’s like I’m back on track in the right direction
Waiting for the light to turn green in the intersection
But every time I move forward, I crash right into self-destruction
My navigational map begins to malfunction
Before I know it, I’m back in this everlasting dungeon
No escape from the pungent smell of agony amongst it
I need a bag to punch it, A stash to smoke it
At last I’m open
I’m trashed n float-n-right back to square one
This blue pen is my flare gun
See my message in the glare of the bare sun
Pass it down to ya grandsons
Mistakes made there to learn from
Yea, a job’ll make ya earn some
But education is key to this competitive nature
You’ll see if you test it and prosper
Elevate ya mental without the head spin like helicopters
Sell it proper and don’t begin sellin the ganja
Just a reminder from the voice behind ya
Trouble will find ya if ya not strong enough minded
I’ve tried it, my life it’s….

Hook: 1x
fucked up, no matter how hard I try to fix it
It gets better to worse faster than I can switch it
fucked up, I’ve tried reactin’ tough but quitted and went back to bytchin
I’m basked in blood now, my wrists slit…they said I was gifted

Verse 3:
It’s funny how this cycle revolves
I’ve yet to see any problems resolved
Mixed feelings, emotions is raw
Three entirely different hooks I wrote for this song
I know it looks wrong
Consistency is so tough to prolong
I extend my reach to those who not strong
We all in the same boat
I’ve presented the good and bad in this song
Cemented my soul to the roll of the underdog
A runt so small able to scare an entire jungle off
Let your thoughts be heard, take the muzzle off
Let it spin in the air like summersaults
Strike the target like thunder bolts
Achieve progress, then pressure falls
Don’t blame personal mistakes on others faults
When shyt goes well, friends’ll call
Look out for ya self before you end it all
Keep extremes to a minimum
The solution is balance between optimal and minimal
Conscious and subliminal…tragic and comical
Crucial and marginal, the list is eternal
Let your mind be a pen and expand the journal
Or feel the tingle as your soul burns in the inferno


Hook: 1x
I’ve succeeded, I found the median
Chances repeated, I found the meaning in obedience
Succeeding is accomplishing, though not immediate
I’ve risen to advanced and surpassed the intermediate


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