They will say you don't belong. They will a**ume you don't relate.
They will underline your wrongs, they will expect you to be late. You are special. Your talent pours from your pores.
Your footsteps in directions that are both certainly correct
and your absolutely unsure.
Those cold, lonely dark hallways called “what if”.
Yeah those are around.
But if you don't back down,
you unlock that door to warm hearts and dope situations in a room full of us called “what now”.
You wake up, you win. You try, you win. You fail, you still win.
Long as your alive, cause if you die what then.
They will tell you “You Only Live Once” and that's true.
But if you live correct and inspire him, that's two.
And she, that's three. Four and more. Five, strive.
Create your dream that create your team.
That create your steam, till your hot. You na'mean.
The Arrival.