Necessity
By keeping my eyes locked day and night
Understand I strive for great heights
If I fall, I will land, back to the summit I crawl
Employ pull and push a labor subtily joyfull
Bereft of drive or purpose
Im left barely alive or worthless
Back to work or where he go
Grind never hurt in stereo
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