The man I was versus the man I'm meany to be
Paper and web searches remind me of the man of old
People won't allow me to forget mistakes made
They fail to see the things accomplished
Tracks made
Accomplishments hang upon my wall
But my failures is all that's seen
Climbing new heights is my goal
Dividing friends from those that seek to hold me back
So many people lie to your face
They promise good, but secretly hold you back
My dreams will not end
Many depend upon my success
Despite the many that hold me down
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