My Mentor
When it comes to mentors theres no much to say
They're all here to help in all sorts of ways
they say the two fist you posses
dont have to be used to make a mess
fighing is not the answer
Using your voice is taking the next step
but they don't know
But really they do
the relations they have can help you
Just sit there and spit everything out
You find out they "live next to your house"
knock knock knock its really just de ja vu
When theres a will theres a way
all you have to do is deticate
No one said it would be easy
but thats the whole point
Cause no one can guide you but the reflection of yourself
But its not like you didnt know
Its only that you needed a little carved path way for you to stroll
And thats what mentors are for
to Seek and Guide
and for that
I am grateful
Thank you for teaching me to be a man.
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