I Gotta Make It
I’m chasing satisfaction on a broken leg
Steady treading water on a steady shore
With a covert attitude, but an aura that depicts pure
I walk a lonely road, but yet I’m steady fighting demons
But if I keep my eyes shut, it will defeat the point of seeing
So I conquer all that tends to conquer human beings
The brain is real intricate…tends to make you muse
Thoughts come tangled up…some hard to un-loose
I’m a warrior, not a soldier
I don’t get ready, I stay ready
Pursuit of happiness? Anyone know the path?
How can you value or cherish something you never had?
How can you understand a language that leads to many places?
Or recognize a code that resembles so many faces?
Life is like a maze, victory is timed
So I keep my head up as if I’m waiting on a sign
Only ten toes on the ground
Because it’s the same fight – different round!
They tell me not to steal…
But every opportunity—I must take it!
And life is dealt raw…
But as for mine, I gotta make it!
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