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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