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Destination


Growing up all I wanted to do was learn my ABC’s

Not that I’m older now it all comes so easy to me

The arithmetic, the equation, the explanation the destination

I could figure problems out with no hesitation

And I received my acceptance letter and said, “look, momma, I made it”

But did I really make it?

Is this what it turns out to be

The dream of a higher education isn’t just ordinary

We are in a maze and we are all little mice

And the people in charge roll the dice

I am lost and drowning and drowning in debt

And I wish I never told my mom I made it just yet

Because I was just beginning and I have so much regret

The destination I dreamed wasn’t something I’d forget

I am putting my parents through so much strain

The thought of it has been hacking my brain

I want to make them proud, I want to shock the world

So, I can’t stop now I need to win that bet

If you don’t know what I’m talking about you can just take a look around

Go to your nearest doctor’s office and see who holds the crown

I am trapped under a system that I used to value so much

Tonight, I calculate how much this debt holds me down

Or the fact that I will be the only Black doctor in this town

I am a strong believer that I can set my mind to anything

The journey is the destination

And I am awaiting my arrival

As soon as this debt clears, I am on my first step towards survival.

 

 

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