decisions

Im one of them men God blessed with a gift,

Could build it , sing it , or make engines lift;

everything I touched could have turned to gold;

But I chased the lightning, lost my hold

People said boy you were meant for more,

But I burned that bridge and slammed that door;

Had fire in my hands, but its ashes still;

traded life for a rolled up dollar bill;

I had the world right under my boots;

Now Im digging through the dust, trying to find my roots.

Could have given the world my grace and will;

but I traded it all for a rolled up doller bill.