Trials & Tribulations
Tight circulation I feel around my neck
Every step taken, I just want to hit the deck
The squeezing feeling I feel in my chest
I don't let that hinder me from doing my best
I'm next in line
Nothing can stop my grind
Even if I'm lying on my death bed
I just recharge from pain killers and meds
which only just put me to bed
my heads just a spinning
foot on the Gas maybe I'm over the limit
I'm only 19 years old I'm not finished
I'm filled with greatness it's only my beginning
I can't give up
I don't give up
I won't give up
Pain is apart of life
Another form of pain that I will stab with a knife
Another Trial & Tribulation
that I will conquer, oh just be patient
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