Woke up with a dollar and a dream in my pocket
Coffee cold, still smiling, ain’t no way I will stop it
Text from my day one, said the rent got paid
That’s a single joy, got me feeling like a parade
Hustle in the mirror, see the future getting clearer
Chain broke twice, still I’m wearing it nearer
Granny called, said she proud, voice cracking on the line
Single joy hit different when it’s coming from the grind
Stacking little wins like they Legos on the table
One by one, turn the struggle to a fable
Late nights, bright lights, still I chase the rhythm
Single joy keep me moving when the whole world spinning
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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