Hold on

If life was a track race
I'd be Jackie Joyner
I've always ran when
The pressure was on
Cracking like an egg under the weight
My grandmother always told me
Pressure busts pipes
My house must be flooded
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
Build up the stamina to finish the race
Stand face to face with the demons
Your vices might kick your ass
Even Tyson went down in a fight

Hold on hold firm
I'll be the hand that reaches into the abyss
I'm far from perfect
Yet working on it
Step by step and we'll soon be running
No pun intended
I use to think I didn't have it like that
Like I was average like that
Now I see the future is brighter
Then the Rockefeller Christmas tree
Get in the car and let my drive
Jesus got the wheel
Our destinations already mapped out