Rebirth through death
After my uncle passed I felt as if I was stomped with steel boots
So i decided it was time to up bring my roots
Through much needed bravery
I uplifted into slavery
I started working at the climb
As if I could have been in a tribe
I help guests find their true potential
Along with unlocking my hidden potential
Showing up early to work in my honda
Reminisced me of my uncles old black mazda
They were reliable cars
As children could only imagine mars
I will return to school
To prove to my family that I'm still cool
Always keeping my boat afloat is the only way I can go!
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