My Savior
Looking down this road I have taken
All my childhood dreams were mistaken
The future that I am makin'
Has nothing to do with my childhood aspirations.
I'm such a rush to grow up, no patience.
Life is no longer a vacation.
I just can't wait to be a full citizen of this nation.
I consider myself a real artist
Every time it feels that my soul has departed
I would write down a rhyme as soon as I thought it
And my soul came shooting back like I was a target.
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