Maintain

It's the end of a day
 And I made it this far
 But what will tomorrow, bring for me-eeeee?
 Further than they ever thought
 I made it this far learnin what they never taught
 Fingers is permanently curved, they forever crossed
 The cloud said I'm not alone if I ever walk
 But it's easy to fall victim, harder to brush it off
 When any dream you dreamed will probably run along
 Time flies when you starin at the stars
 But time dies when you clear away your heart
 And fuck seein facades, none of that is payin
 Neither is complainin, just thank God you made it
 But what if you didn't make it? What if this whole time
 Everything that you made, was a product of closed eyes
 And by the time you wake, the time that you had prayed
 Will still be on your side, took the time to fly away
 And before you even get to reflect
 The minute hands is walkin and you missin your steps
 Huh, it's ironic ain't it? You could try to wait it
 But there ain't enough colors for you to try to paint it
 So tryin to explain it to anyone'll get 'em lost
 And points don't exist if they don't ever get across
 Mama said it's up to me to keep the lights on
 I said "cool, long as God keep the mics on"
 I could speak the right song or sing the right poem
 And I could find a way to light home
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 I maintain, I maintain, I maintain
 I maintain, I maintain
 As long as I could open my eyes, I maintain
 The sacrificial lamb, the carrier of loads
 Who showed no pain 'til he was carryin 'em home
 Who showed no gain but if you added up his growth
 It would show, that it was off balance from the go
 And from the go, chance wasn't nothin that he knew
 Nothin that he was given or nothin he could have blew
 And the road was too dark that he wanted to lead
 But he said he saw better when his son was asleep
 So he starts footsteppin and he saw another set
 On the right and then he saw another on the left
 And every night, he's judgin off a coin toss
 Clearin the way so that nothin throw the coin off
 When a decision is decided, he's either tryin to hide it
 Or lookin for somebody that he could ride with
 Slow breathin, goin for evens tryin to break the odds
 So close to a murder he could taste the charge
 But, people's lives depended on what he scribes
 So now his pen move differently and in time
 The pad may fill but the pen'll never drive
 So as long as there's a wall, he could penmanship his mind
 It sort of like coppin
 You only get half of what you wanted when you asked but you can't seem
 I told 'em it's just the problems we face
 Sittin on a stoop, starin up at God everyday
 But I felt like I was talkin to someone who couldn't hear me
 Until I looked up and I saw that the one near me
 Who was lookin for advice was in common
 I just wasn't lookin at 'em right and his problems
 Was similar, too similar, way too familiar
 Lookin into his eyes, was lookin into a mirror
 Tryin not to break it, along with who I be
 Saw that the whole time I was arguin with me (*echo*)
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 It's the end of a day
 And I made it this far