Training Day

This is what I play for.....

To separate the loyal person from the person who is here to bide the time.

But that's whatever though:

Training Day

This is what I've prepped for,
This is what I bled for.
A means to an end; this what I've used my head for.

From victim to victor; from living in history to people HIS-tory. I've always been a man of the people; seeking perfection like a man of the steeple.

It seems like something I've always wanted.... something I've always dreamed like; something I've always wanted to be like.

College graduate, seeing the world in a new way, learning more about the position I play like I was born in a new day.

Cuts, scraps, and bruises; I'm not new to this. Blood, sweat and tears, through it all I do this.

Wake up, make up, standing straight up.

West Georgia energy with a Morehouse man's make up.

As the light dims overhead to show me live on my own.

I remember: this is the first quarter, let me show you how I've grown.

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