Life Ain’t a Race

Yeah. At eighteen years old, some got choices on the line.

Others got nothing but pressure and time. Some pick a future,

some just try to survive. Learning too early what it costs to stay alive.

Same age, same world, but not the same door. Some dream big,

some pray for more. We don't start equal, that's the truth

we ignore. Some are flying high while some crawl on the floor.

At twenty-five years old, some look for a love to save their soul.

Others chasing goals, trying to fill holes. Different hearts, different wars inside.