My Story


Old Town, New City

Bussing tables just to make seven fifty

Got no time, no sleep

When I muster emotion, I go deep

Feeling down until I hit the town

Rolling through , running around


Friendship will last

Even through the blast

We're rulig like pirates, so raise mast

Endless nights of practice, like this

Working hard to raise bar

Hitting it home in my car


And in the end of it all

Everyone I know will rise or fall

I gotta make a decision

Thinking hard with poise and precision

I have made my choice

Now I want all of you to join me now and raise your voice


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