Handwork Is Success
Every day we work
Everyday we play
Everyday is pain
What more can I say
The road to success is hard
The roads are rough
The hills are steep
Disappointment is deep
How do I reach my dreams?
When I barely have time to sleep
Long hours of my time
To perfect my imperfections
No time for mistakes
Because there is no time
For corrections
Perfect practice makes perfect
I just hope all of its worth it
Who has time for play?
When too busy working
Success is up my valley
So please fill me up with knowledge
I work so hard hard in other areas
Because my parents couldn’t save for college
Debt, overdrew, rent
Words I hear everyday
Where is the money well spent?
Now my pockets are hit
Because I see a lot of dents
I work hard for success
Like America it’s my manifest destiny
Work my fingers to the bone
So you’re about to get the best of me.
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