Hands Up Come Back
always last at the dinner table gave from zero
made the best giving it my all with dignity and respect never asking more then i could ever get realizing you get back what you give make something out of nothing humbling oneself having gods given sense to know do UN to others as you would like done UN to you keeping in mind you will always find there are no two a like you and i never depend on someone else but you yourself for at the end of the day is you who you have to answer to wiser makes for knowledge and understanding i look above whats right or wrong to make me strong and try not to make the same mistakes for what ever it takes to stay on the right away you never know who is emulating you wannabes that sting like a bee with jealousy its transparent to me for is crystal clear as the air we breath at times gets polluted making it hard to breath and see the bigger picture realizing the painting was always on the wall no two ways about it came up from the ground growing knowing slowly moving from place to place leaving footprints along the way not for one to follow but to skip over opening the gate to there on fate threw the window pressing enter but beware not to take the same steps for the way has been set for you pass go and collect reach and dont forget to teach lead by example not by wrong choices we are the first and last in a blood line of hope when there is none lifting yourself up when down and no one is around we tend to dust ourselves and keep it moving standing still is not except able we run we dont walk we fight we dont quit we stand we dont sit were strong not weak we speck what no one else has the balls to hit throw and catch there is no paper in it just self satisfaction and a clear cont-ions to help sleep at night knowing were playing with hard situations trying to make a better way for those behind coming up strong and steady for they will win the race at there own pace we are leaders they are the finishers no time for followers to fall behind dragging there dirty laundry lead by fiction make away straight on to the highway braking the cycle making new and in prove legacy nothing wrong with being last for you will become fast the harder you fall the taller you will stand fists ready to strike everyone loves a come back
Copyright © Mirian Parrilla Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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