Figure It Out - Survival

Born without a chance, crawling on my broken hands

Whispers in my ear say Im gonna fail

Nah, not me.

NO!

Lady Luck turned her back on me

Day I was born, cast me out like a dirty disease

Good turns to bad, the bad gets worse

Spend everyday, living with the hurt

I’ll give myself a chance, get up off these broken hands

Block out the whispers, I ain’t gonna fail

Nah, not me.

NO!

But its all good man I’ll carry on anyway

Look life straight in the eye, appreciate the chance of one more day

Keep pushing, Keep climbing up

Don’t stay down, when the world turns around and hits you in the gut

Take two steps back and try figure it out

Have faith within yourself, eradicate the self doubt.