Win If You Would

hgfhj

Do not retire from the shovel deeds,
A great journey awaits your kind of seeds.
Lose some! Lose some! Free the loud weight
run through the track that always wait.
Disdain from the shadows that hold you back,
Lose some fear, that medal is on your track.

When tomorrow comes, punch it in the face,
keep your fist together, steady your pace.
Clench fists! Clench fists! Enter that ring
and bid farewell to who’s not king.
This crown is yours, win it at a good cause,
Clench fists at life, do not let it press pause.

Father always said, ‘son win if you must’
pick up my strength, heed the choice you must trust.
Stand tall! Stand tall! Black boy look far
reach for that greatness, you’re a star.
I see you stand with glory, my winner
Stand tall, beat your chest, God calls the sinner.

Ruddapoet [TRCP]

Click Next To Continue Reading This Post

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *


About us

Everything you’ll find in our literature are products of our thoughts, experiences and challenges. Search for a theme that interests you, read and tell us what you think about it.


CONTACT US

CALL US ANYTIME



Latest posts

December 20, 2020
December 20, 2020
December 20, 2020