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Ladder of hope

I'm the livest survivalest
Some say I did it to death.
I feel like I'm taking my first breaths,
on this blessed quest.

Down south it's heating up.
Fire is burning.
With this knowledge I'm striving so much hire.
Prepared to earn more than ten armies require.

I'm the flyest, wildest, livest, survivalest.
Several times the devil tried to buy this.
He might as well call it quits.
This country boy aint selling it.

The ladder of hope.
I could float to the top, 
Alone on these tears of promise.
Forget Osama and Obama,
we don't need no more drama.

Slinging these stones,
if definitely crippling, 
its got me questioning 
everything...

From all lifes lessons
Good, better, bestest
Every piece is the one
that will carry me the restest.

Far from settling.
Even when I'm at the top
I will continue my quest 
for a higher notch

Between now and then
forward progress will never stop.
not till I take that 
six foot drop

Persistently, persuing, perfection.
Never let it rest,
Till your good is better,
and your better is your bestest.

I'm the flyest, wildest, livest, survivalest
several times the devil tried to buy this
he might as well call it quits
cause I'm not selling it.

Enjoying the little things in life.
Always thankful for what I've got.
Never worried bout what's not
when he calls I'll be in the perfect spot.

Always's grateful, but my searching hasn't quite stopped.
Hurrying, but not rushing.
Rung after rung...
Mind racing,  steadily pacing, my way,
rung after rung...
Feet shuffling, honestly hustling, positively bustling,
from time to time,
Shucking and jiving, persistently striving, and climbing my way
back to the top.
Rung after rung, rung after rung...

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  1. Date: 7/16/2010 3:23:00 PM

    Reads a little like rap...Interesting..Sara

  1. Date: 7/14/2010 3:26:00 PM

    So enjoyed reading your very creative write tonight Matt.. with luv..