I Can Do It

Leave the rest behind, you know it's a memory.

Last week's trash ain't this week's art gallery.

Make no mistake, it is not yet time, sir.

Wallowing before tomorrow's sunrisen blurs.

Step it up-- one foot at a time.

Don't give up, yet. It's your tomorrow, not mine.

The grand piano, stained black consistently over white,

Keeps people like me in the prospective limelight.

Harsh attacks from the music masochist

strikes over and over (strings) until nothing exists

save a world of peace where we can all live in,

a singularity where nothing is limited.

Step it up. One foot at a time.

Don't give up, yet. It's your tomorrow, not mine.

I can do it. It's not left versus right.

We can do it. Hear me?

Fucking right.

(works well with a hip hop beat)