If you focus and stay strong weathering the storm of torture,
Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.
I didn’t even know life was teaching me as I was sinning,
The game I was playing was dangerous,
But I was winning since the beginning.
It is benevolent of man to not seek knowledge so after high school I enrolled in college,
Vocabulary expanded pardon the scar on my face,
I no longer had stitches they became sutures.
I’m not arrogant but apparently different speaking and learning while grinning,
But not so ahead of the rest to grasp spread your fingers,
Flick the wrist crash the boards while everyone is watching the ball spinning.