I live in the rehlm of the uncommon
Within the company of the not forgotten
Because what you got,
is what they’re not
When it’s all over you’ll be at the top
You’ve got the fire for a phantom dream,
The uncommon means,
Your eyes are on fire,
They’ve got that gleam.
Walking those halls with your head hung low,
Storing the fire way down below
You’re different from them,
it was what you feared.
But child don’t judge yourself,
by the company of peers.
Because what you got,
is what they’re not,
and when high school is all forgotten,
you’ll live in the realm of the uncommon.
Keep the fire for that phantom dream.
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