A rap
He be obsess with one
Do it for his daughter and son
Got into a jam now he gotta run
Kids and wife don’t understand
His feet are solid and this is his land
Gotta get to work and make the top
Yup for sure that’s the plan
He raises and hugs and shakes his hand
He knows its play time
Now he gotta go out and be a man
Too much pressure so how can
He with this shit damn
Should he wimp and hide
Maybe stick his head in the sand
He needs too unwind
Things will get greasy
Getting too number one
No one said it would be easy
Things are becoming less hazy
Stay active
Cant afford to lose control or go lazy
For his kids he’ll make it
For his wife he’ll break it
For his family he’ll bank it
When the one spot comes he’ll rest and sit
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