Sometimes I wish and pray that life had a manual
To help me face all the negatives, that life holds
Life is a play that doesn't have any rehearsals
And when the curtains close, they resemble our funerals
Till this day I hope and pray for visuals
That illustrate, and help me see my future clear
But until that day I’ma keep hustling and throwing punches
Till the final bell has gone
It's never too late, for me to try and see it all
Yes I know life is a tricky play and everyone is in the audience
It’s not too late, to hear the whole world's applause ...
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