To master a champ as a winner .
You must first discover someone’s pass.
And how to glide into there future.
And hear that one voice that’s whispering behind you .
You can stand and drag dirt from the bottom of a trash can.
On the name of your friends
But can’t grab her hand
And touch her soul
With just a touch of your care.
With the hold of a hand.
Just s fragile as a glass pear.
So glide into a ignition of life on a
Journey in the visual eye of materialistic momentary wear
Its always gonna fail.
So when that 1 dollar done fail
Standing in the same direction of a tone.
Of a voice that will never be heard
And not clear