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Choices

Still in my parents house
Working a dead end job
Lost all my friends to drugs, uni or time
To say Iím waiting on a break is an understatement
I have to make the right choices
Opportunities are few and far between, so making the most of the ones that come
Itís a must
Knowing which choice to make to take me where I want to go, thatís tricky
You canít always predict the outcome
But what I can say for sure, is that when my chance comes, I wonít let it escape my grasp
This is my life, the only one I know Iíll get
I wonít let it go to waste
Not for another day

I gotta make, choices
Canít be 1 of many drowned out voices
So if I make the right noises
And poise myself for rolls Royceís
Your boy could be hoisted from this joyless situation
Free from being toyed with, and all this, manipulation
Enjoy this instigation, wave making
Surrounded by bitches, beaches, life on vacation

I gotta make, choices
A plan so grand, no man can foil this
And if my van breaks down, Iíll oil it
Keep my wheels rolling,
keep my feet strolling
Keep my hands toiling

Plant seeds for the future, but never soil it
Drop bombs and make a splash like going to the toilet
Not a flash in the pan, I simmer till itís boiling
A solid construction no combustion destroy it
And fuck conventional employment
I got dreams, and skills, and schemes that Iím deploying
All I ask of you is to enjoy it

I gotta make, choices
A plan so grand, no man can foil this
And if my van breaks down, Iíll oil it
Keep my wheels rolling,
keep my feet strolling
Keep my hands toiling

Iím after a life I love to live
Maybe a wife I live to love
So what I write is a gift from him above
A hymn, a psalm
Do I sin? I canít
To miss my target a quicker, faster trip to casket
This my last chance to hit your heart with wishful chants and if by chance youíre gripped, then dance

I gotta make, choices
A plan so grand, no man can foil this
And if my van breaks down, Iíll oil it
Keep my wheels rolling,
keep my feet strolling
Keep my hands toiling

Itís taken years to get here, and Iím still far away
Graft for 6 of the 7 and I still ainít paid
Canít rest on the sabbath,
Whenever I did, I wished that I hadnít
No more temptation taking my payment
No more wasted days or brainless entertainment
No more accepted invitations when they wanna see my face at their function or arrangements
If I spend a penny or a second itís on something I can profit off
And when Iím swimming in millions Iíll reinvest it all to top it off
No more stealing my time, Iíll take your hand and chop it off
Take those sands and block it off

I gotta make, choices
A plan so grand, no man can foil this
And if my van breaks down, Iíll oil it
Keep my wheels rolling,
keep my feet strolling
Keep my hands toiling

Iím making this life my perfect life. And Iím bringing everyone with me. Weíre gonna live. I mean really, live.

I gotta make, choices
A plan so grand, no man can foil this
And if my van breaks down, Iíll oil it
Keep my wheels rolling,
keep my feet strolling
Keep my hands toiling

choices
A plan so grand, no man can foil this
And if my van breaks down, Iíll oil it
Keep my wheels rolling,
keep my feet strolling
Keep my hands toiling
Benzy_420
Written by Benzy_420 (BenzyTheWriter)
Published
Author's Note
Every choice we make can push us closer or further from our goals. Every time you take action, you reinforce that circuit. Choose wisely.
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