Chin Up

Finish the summer replenish the winter

Hidden up front you're behind the winner

The winner is you

What will you do

When the rim gets higher...

and you miss every shot that you shoot

The fighter in you

Fights only when fighting has rules

The right kind of tool

Can be seen through the eyes

of a mother that cries

The same kind of tool

That keeps us alive

Another reply

For the weak in the mind

If you

Survive

The weekend

Then we can decide

Which would you rather decline?

Another few minutes or two of your life

Or a lifetime of shine

Where the lights are too bright for your eyes

Where people are hungry so they take your pie

Then wonder why you don't confront or deny

I guess it's alright

Since we go way back when

We were in straight jackets

Actin like fools

Matched accents and

Laughed at other people trying to be cool

Playin tag was a habit

Days passed now they're askin

What happend?

Movin fast from the past

Where's the napkin?

Tears dried fears died like the match did

When it dropped in the fountain of truth

They found it in you

When the town heard the news

They said you left your shoes

At the top of a stoop

In a coup full of chickens

All was missin

Was the proof

Distance is a gift from reality to you

Find the balance in the two

Don't be mad if you're not approved

Just be glad you're being you.