| A child alone in daddy’s room
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| The gun was hidden here
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| No one home to catch me when I fall
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| A young man now in a private chair
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| I’ve seen the world through a bitter stare
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| But my dream is still alive
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| I’m going to be the best I can
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| I want to be a busy man
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| I want to see a change in the future
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| I’m gonna make the best of what I have
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| I want to write for a magazine
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| I’m gonna be the best they’ve ever seen
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| I know I’ll win if I give it all I can
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| And I won’t let go, gotta make the grade
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| No, I won’t let it go
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| To be the best man, the best man that I can
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| Back-street hoop star, you’ve got it good
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| You were the wonder of the crumbling neighborhood
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| Now taking bids on the next six digit plan
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| Showed me that my will survived
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| The tragedy that came into my life
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| Giving me hope and the new start that I have
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| And I won’t let go, gotta make the grade
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| No, I won’t let it go
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| To be the best man, the best man that I can
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| Step by step I dream the plan
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| From my chair to walking man
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| This constant dream is on my mind
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| Chase the light I see ahead
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| Luminate the path I tread
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| I live to be the best I can
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| Now I’m moving forward and I’m never looking back
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| Straight ahead, focused on the big attack
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| On a roll and I’m never slowing down
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| I won’t be torn between
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| The man in the chair and the man that’s in my dream
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| I’m going to melt the two men into one
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| And I won’t let go, gotta make the grade I set
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| No, I won’t let it go
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| To be the best man, the best man that I can
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| The best man that I can
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| The best man that I can |