Gone Till April

Hope I make the most of my gifts. 

I'd be damned if I stayed the same person I was a year ago

Willing to work for mine, fuck a handout.

Whether it be a full-time nine to five or freelance, I'm gunning

for the top where I oughta be.

Not a rapper, just a brother presenting a gift for the world to see

possibly change someone's life.

All I want is for my family and my girlfriend to be proud of me

see me walk across that stage with the key to success in one hand and a business deal waiting.

I can be that man if I give it a shot, no sense of playing.

I'm too clever to let this opportunity slip away from me like a slithering snake.

No longer have time for trivial games.

Fiddling my sweaty fingers hoping for my time to shine.

I have to stride forward this time around

Right here and now, not later.

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