there are days i feel like atlas-
shrugging is out of the question.
the worlds pressing down on me,
while also surrounding me,
suffocating like blood on your hands.
lord, what can i do to help
that wont sacrifice myself?
that wont erase all those
strokes by stronger folks,
the one we hold days of mourning for.
who do you think this is?
some kid with no ambition?
listen, i got more goals
than a fucking FIFA tournament.
and god help the poor fool
who says i can't do it.
i take my words seriously.
you better come strapped with a plan
and armed to the teeth
if you indent of stripping me of my speech,
my ability to reach across the air and
show, tell, and teach.
haters don't quit,
you gotta learn quick.,
better steer your ship
where you wanna get
'cuz everyone says their ways best
time to show the world
what you're made of,
your heart of gold
your diamond tip persistence.
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