And I'm gonna keep living till my lights get black
Hard nose with it, like my sight sees that
Rare air, fixed vision, only on my next steps
Main stage from my cave, leaving all, leaving back
Press on to the crossroads where I hit a choice
Full flavor, I'm now enabled
I have discovered I have a voice
Write a book, maybe two
Sing a song, through and through
Im no model, its just a fluke
I have been exploring all my options
And I never seem to run out of room
Planted are my feet
But my aim is at the moon
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