Still On My Grind
- Malachi, the poet
- Jan 10, 2021
- 1 min read
I think I need time to relax
The sight of that mountain just made me collapse
I’m not too sure how much more I can take
Who knew so much went into tryna be great?
“Just take your time”, like it's all about pace
They know it's more to it, they lie to my face
Are there some secrets that they wont let be told?
Keep it all to themselves with the hope that I fold?
Keep all your tricks, ain’t no need for your help
Imma still win the game with the cards I was dealt
That mountain is high, but I won't let it stand in my way
With this horrible hand imma make the next play
Do not know where, but a way I will find
I think that I’m lost but I’m still on my grind

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