Yea it's funny how they used to say how
A brotha like me would stay down
Oh how I miss the days we used to hit the playground,
When all the good times came around!

I can hear moms saying "boy finish this plate now"
While pops was out there
moving that freight around. (Truck driver)

Haha yea growth is beautiful and
its beauty in the struggle,
Keep your peace and remain humble ,
Don't get lost in the world
And remember when your walking
You MIGHT stumble


Catch yourself, don't fall
Just remember these words when your
Walking down your hall.

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