What does it take to motivate…
Do you feel a push when they discriminate..
When they tell you failure is your fate…
When they live of the negative and the hate…
Let me tell you what pushes me…
Its not gonna be a nice story…
Its not yet plotted out in history…
But its all the things I used to make me .. me….
Looking back at the times in my past…
All the times they told me that I wasn’t fast….
When they picked all the teams and they picked me last…
All they times they tried to put me in a cast…
Then look at all the time I put in…
Hours spent on the courts and in the gym…
Shooting balls after the lights went dim…
Just so I’d never go last again….
Jump ahead to when I was a teen….
I was so shy and the kids so mean…
They all had what I didn’t or so it seemed….
And they only pushed harder as the tears streamed…..
All the times that I got knocked down…
And all the times I gut up off the ground…
I never let them break me as I frowned…
As I screamed so loud but there was no sound….
Lets jump ahead to a later time in life….
When I had two kids and I had a wife…
When I worked all day then worked all night…
And the hardest part was trying not to fight…
What if I had not taken a stand…
If I would have kept being something less than a man…
If I would have just sat in the palm of their hand…
If I would have just stared at the dwindling sand….
Lets jump ahead to the present time…
Do you really think that everything is divine…
Do you think I live every day just fine…
Is it all fitting into place like designed….
Hell no its not worked out the way I wanted it to be…
But I don’t let my faults hinder me..
I am my biggest critic as you are about to see…
Nobody will judge me as harshly as me….
I am a man stuck working 3 jobs…
I’m so busy all the time I live like a slob…
My clothes always wrinkled you think I was robbed..
I live with my parents.. but that’s not where it stops…
So not just the fact that I hardly get paid…
I cant seem to remember the last time I got laid…
And my critics never seem to want to fade..
I’m always trying to earn that better grade…
But I have a purpose for this poetic little note…
Its all of you critics that help me the most…
So as you sit there and keep yourself afloat…
I feed on your hate and I use it the most…
Four years ago I wouldn’t sing a line…
And now I go out and sing all the time…
True as it is that it is far from divine…
But last time I checked your not singing this time…
So push on me with all of your might…
Because as you push I stand up and fight…
You seed the more you push and the more you hate…
The more you seal your own fate…
And that is one thing for me that is perfectly clear…
You’ll continue to hate…. Even in my rear view mirror.
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