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You've been down this road a million times but can't seem to get it right,

They laugh and crack at how your down but still you rise and stand to fight,

I know it's been a million miles and there's a million more to go... (Ayeh)

You should never let it go, 

Flicker just a little more, 

Light it up and let it show

There's more hope until you glow

Meet Joe, aka Mr average,

Never went to Harvard but for his mama graduated

Summa cum laude, ha, we'll never know that glory, 

Broken home, cliche story 

repercussion was he never got to dream,

Short as Kevin couldn't make it for the team

Wandered as a yungen steady always trying to fit in,  

They let him in, but he never really cut it,

It was obscene, how they let him foot the budget, 

Played him clean cause they knew his mama got it, 

That average green that just keeps you on the surface,

He played a donkey for the jockeys flaunting blondly 

Life got him like a roach, on his back in need of hope. 

Hurled into a new world, he broke down even more,

See race just ain't the issue, break it down to get the damage, 

Have you ever tried to fix an image that's been permanently tainted, 

White washed out the stain but the damage irrevocable?

So there he was, a foreigner; never spoke the language,
 so his mates in quotes they slandered,

Threw banter then they hugged him,
told him that they loved him, it's a cruel world to live in, 

But he ain't no victim, he's broken hearts like Taylor, 

Til you get down to the bottom of the truth and
find out that it won't fit if it's not tailored, 

He majored, in trying to keep a float after all the love he lost,

But walk that lonely road and sometimes God just ain't enough,

The party just won't work, so you head in for the drugs, average Joe he took a turn,

Tried to tinder lady Mary but they never really got along, 

He often thought of coco, but Mary blocked the gateway,

when he rode her like a segway, she rubbed him off the wrong way and made him stay away,

Johnnie walker slid in but Joe carried virtues of his fathers home,

But what do you do when your fathers never home,
mother's always up and gone trying to make a house a home?

You dive in and taste the water, your curiosity swims across,
and somehow you make it back on your own.

So he rose,  baptised twenty something years old seemingly too late to start to dream,

But what do you do when you're lost, alone,
and without a cause only to realise the only thing left to do is to...


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