He Made It

Admire at this beautiful little boy

In his innocent ways playing with his toy

Incoherent with the realization of hardships that he will face

The only way he manages to get by is with God's grace

He wants to have the oppurtunity to succeed

To provide for the family that he plans to feed

He doesn't want to walk around the streets trying to sell weed

From his entity his emotions are beginning to bleed

Like a bellboy he carries the stress of those around him

Never recollecting this hardship with any of them

Those cold dispriting days he contemplated if he would make it

When he was overcome with stress he always knew he could fake it

He imagines walking upon that stage, gleaming at that symbollic hand, so he can shake it

In all of this turmoil, he can finally exclaim "I MADE IT"

He can shuffle all the worrying to his backside

With a Baylor acceptance, he managed his first stride

Now he can finally feel his importance in the world is magnified

Never has he imagined he could be this confident

This beautiful image of God is now dominant

Those that once denied him, were ready to fight him

Because this collegiate now has self-pride

And he will never again be denied

He faces the struggles of being a math major

Instead he proclaims that he WILL be a math major

He is going to succeed in his life

He will have the most glorious of wives

All while staying true to his life

And in the most glorious of ways

He will never forget where he came from, the good old days