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It's Faster

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By Forest GreenPublished 2 months ago • 1 min read
It's Faster
Photo by Jonas Von Werne on Unsplash

Last lap, last lap, engine still hot  

Every rival in the dust, every doubt I shot  

Trophy in the trunk, but I’m already gone  

Next race already winning before the light turn on  

Crowd still cheering but the echo’s faint  

I’m two blocks ahead, paint still ain’t  

Dry yet, tires still smoking the street  

Heart still beating to the bassline beat  

They ask for the secret, I just laugh and drive  

Ain’t no secret when you built to thrive  

Gas tank empty but the hustle full  

Every empty tank just another excuse to pull  

Off the lot, new whip, new pace  

Same old me with a brand-new race  

Faster than the last time, faster than the next  

Ain’t no ceiling when the engine flex

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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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    Written by Forest Green