Post by prodigypaulk on Feb 10, 2008 4:04:22 GMT -5
My mama always told me to do my best,
Work hard, and live hard, never settle for less.
Don’t let your stress consume you, yet don’t overcompensate,
Dedicate struggle to your passion and sore beyond what is great.
Yet she didn’t put into account my insecurities, and inefficiencies,
My doubts about my future, and exaggerated misery.
They say impossible is a big word thrown around by little people,
But I thought size didn’t matter, so being big doesn’t make it feasible.
And I don’t mean to be literal, but does that make it less sensible,
I was told my fate is engraved in stone, but what if the writing isn’t legible
So if I can’t read my own goals, I can’t decipher my destiny,
I question will God consider my application if the Devil recommended me.
And a demon wrote my resume, so my credibility is pathetic,
I masked my pain through a feeble façade, so how could my progression be authentic.
But through the grace of God, I manage to succeed without success,
I’ve also failed without failure, and proceeded through neglect.
My mama told me to do my best, so I aimed for perfection,
So if I came up short the conclusion could be excellent.
So worse could be magnificent, improvement in every regiment,
But rock bottom is much deeper through an extended spectrum.
So I was afraid to roll the dice, for I did not know what would come of it,
I held them tight in my hand, so running in place I encompassed.
Then again, I held them so tight that the unlucky roll burned into my skin,
So if I put my actions on hold I would carry an action full of sin.
If I never picked the dice up, I would continue the same trend,
I would travel in a circle and see the same end over and over again.
Until I chose to change, and attempt to roll a different number,
And keep rolling each day until I fall under God’s version of slumber.
My mama always told me to do my best,
Work hard, and live hard, never settle for less.
I broke through every wall, and fought with bloody knuckles,
My mentality engulfs every aspect of an angelic struggle.
Work hard, and live hard, never settle for less.
Don’t let your stress consume you, yet don’t overcompensate,
Dedicate struggle to your passion and sore beyond what is great.
Yet she didn’t put into account my insecurities, and inefficiencies,
My doubts about my future, and exaggerated misery.
They say impossible is a big word thrown around by little people,
But I thought size didn’t matter, so being big doesn’t make it feasible.
And I don’t mean to be literal, but does that make it less sensible,
I was told my fate is engraved in stone, but what if the writing isn’t legible
So if I can’t read my own goals, I can’t decipher my destiny,
I question will God consider my application if the Devil recommended me.
And a demon wrote my resume, so my credibility is pathetic,
I masked my pain through a feeble façade, so how could my progression be authentic.
But through the grace of God, I manage to succeed without success,
I’ve also failed without failure, and proceeded through neglect.
My mama told me to do my best, so I aimed for perfection,
So if I came up short the conclusion could be excellent.
So worse could be magnificent, improvement in every regiment,
But rock bottom is much deeper through an extended spectrum.
So I was afraid to roll the dice, for I did not know what would come of it,
I held them tight in my hand, so running in place I encompassed.
Then again, I held them so tight that the unlucky roll burned into my skin,
So if I put my actions on hold I would carry an action full of sin.
If I never picked the dice up, I would continue the same trend,
I would travel in a circle and see the same end over and over again.
Until I chose to change, and attempt to roll a different number,
And keep rolling each day until I fall under God’s version of slumber.
My mama always told me to do my best,
Work hard, and live hard, never settle for less.
I broke through every wall, and fought with bloody knuckles,
My mentality engulfs every aspect of an angelic struggle.