The sun is moving over the horizon,
Another man is summon to another rising.
One more day to make something with what he has.
Making more with just parts and a duffel bag.
Maybe he won't. Or maybe he will.
He may fall, he may rise to the occasion.
He may quit, he may stick around.
He may become a victim, he may make them haters move around.
What's a man to do?
Well first tie your shoes.
Look at what you gotta do.
Extra bonus for completing in one swoop.
If you're happy where you at, don't worry about moving.
Yet when things get hairy, changing addresses seems less scary.
The only moves necessary are ones heading north.
Claiming victory and moving on to the next court.
Lil Tuenchi stays 'Ray Charles to the bullshit.'
That philosophy should be a daily practice for all.
Don't let shit unfilter your vision, use your actions to scream 'Fuck 'em All.'
Keep grindin with that "I Got This!" Attitude.
Rewards be a-coming even if it takes a longer interlude.
I'm about whatever man with an never ending objective sheet.
Since I haven't reached the pinnacles that I want to reach.
Opinions spreading like wildfire, just blaze and put them out.
Keep calm and be you. Not a carbon copy of another invention.
Change the game, don't be a bum in the frozen meats section.
Cheers.
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