The game is the game , don't hate the player
Many talks and don'ts these days
Their mouth are just so sweet like the soothsayer's
Focused on the grind , never to remove the feet off the pedals
No relenting till I earn the medal
I'm just touring life like a pedestrian
So much wild thoughts tamed in my mind
I won't be drowned by the doubts
I must strife to swim to the breakthrough shore
A problem shared ain't a problem solved anymore
These days you share your problem
it becomes a gist around town
Suddenly you become the clown
Now you must fight through the mishaps and earn the crown
Haters might frown
But it's surely you having the last laugh
A lot of self awakenings these days
Obviously if I don't move an inch my prayer won't do a thing
Time to take a pause with the loud thoughts
Time to get back to the school of hard knocks.