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