| I do not know where
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| this path will lead
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| I just want to be the
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| best that I can be
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| And if I fall, I know
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| I won’t be down for much too long
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| I’ll get to where
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| I’ll get to where
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| I need to be
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| Greetings, welcome to world in my head
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| where you will learn about the things that make up who I am
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| I’ve had this dream that I’ve been keepin' locked up in my mind
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| that nobody believes in so I stay on my grind
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| It’s been a, long time comin. |
| I’ve spent a long time runnin'
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| but it always feels like I’m forgetting something
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| on the journey to this dream, my are bags feelin' heavy
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| everytime that I try to walk steady
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| So many people busy trying to make sense of it
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| they see the path that I am taking and they see no benefits
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| I try to make them see, but they always laugh at me
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| We’ll see who’s laughing when I finally reach my destiny
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| Somehow, I tend to turn friends into enemies
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| They claim its because I compromise my identity
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| I’m trying hard to be the best I can
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| but even you have you admit, that nobody is perfect.
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| I do not know where |
| this path will lead
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| I just want to be the
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| best that I can be
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| And if I fall, I know
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| I won’t be down for much too long
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| I’ll get to where
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| I’ll get to where
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| I need to be
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| I feel nervous every time that I see the sun rise
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| because it serves to remind me that I’m running out of time
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| I try to make every second of my effort last
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| hour glass isn’t stingy when it comes to droppin' grains of sand
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| I’ve been doing this for three years now
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| and even with all the work I’ve done, I haven’t been found
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| don’t get it twisted, that’s not how you should think of me
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| the spotlight, is actually not my top priority
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| tryna make music to the best of my ability
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| and make the most out of everything, that the lord above has given me
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| but at times when I sit down to write
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| frustration settles in, and I put away the mic
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| It makes me wanna throw away the pad and the pen
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| But My love for it makes me wanna pick it up again
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| I’m trying hard to be the best that I can
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| but even you have to admit, that nobody is perfect |