One Job May Change My Life
I used to wake up hoping to play this great game one day.
Now I wake up dying to make it each day.
Oh if things had gone my way to the tee,
I probably have been all smiles, more happy.
Luckily, there are many routes to get to this place.
So why hate myself, coaches, and those more fortunate?
I mean, all of them made a better me;
A stronger me; a hungrier me; a humble me; a more driven me;
A been through so many battles me; a no quitter me.
Most of all they helped me to relove and appreciate me.
So now I wake up grinding for my opportunity.
On the field with the pig skin, dying from what it does to me.
I will overcome these obstacles and strife
All for the one job that may change my life.
All for the one job that WILL change my life.
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