Bonus Rounds

This year I turned 41 That's 16 more than I thought I'd get I mean teachers, police, parents Hell, even the statistics said 25 was it So for me, my day-to-day is weird Every morning a hard-earned prize Since I never thought I would see it Nothing matters for me, a constant surprise I feel like I already hit the lotto The biggest prize one could win The gift of old age in a young body A young man aged by a fear of the end I step in a house that don’t feel like mine Walls too perfect, floors too clean Got a fridge full of food and a car in the drive But some days it still feel like a dream I wake up expecting the past to call Like I’m borrowing time that ain’t really mine Like the world forgot to cash me out And I’m living off luck that could end anytime Ain’t no roadmap for a life past due No blueprint drawn for borrowed years They said I’d be dead or locked away But I’m still here, past all my fears I see men my age plan for the future Talking savings, stocks, and what’s ahead Retirement? Hell, I spent my youth Thinking the next police stop meant I was dead But here I stand, against the odds Rich in ways they’ll never see Not from wealth, but from the time They swore would never belong to me This year I turned 41 A man still standing until the race was done