Too long running in the race,
its time to give me mine.
I can move at my own pace,
as long as I cross the finish line.
I once was lost,
until God send me a sign.
My vision was off,
now my destiny's easy to find.
I stand firmly ahead,
cuz before I fell behind.
Ambitions soaking wet,
brainstormed from my mind.
My ideas blossom,
my dreams full of sunshine.
Still every rose rottens,
with every tick of time.
I planted in the soil of faith,
I'm the blessed kind.
I'll be straight,
as long as I keep myself in line.