When you’re ready

You talk like you’re ready, but your actions stall

You say you want the keys, but you don’t make the call

Still sleeping in, still blaming time

Still waiting on freedom like it’s owed, not earned, like a line

You want the car, the roar, the ride

But you gotta push if you want that pride

A license ain’t magic, it’s proof you care

That you're done just sitting and breathing air

You’ll get there when you want it bad enough

When you stop playing small, when you choose to toughen up

The world don’t give just ‘cause you ask

It hands it over when you handle the task

Right now, you’re wishing, but wishes don’t move

You want the drive? Then you’ve got to prove

That you're not just waiting for a hand to lift you up—

It’s yours... when you want it bad enough

There’s a life out there begging for your fire

But it don’t chase the ones who never get tired

Of dodging work, of making excuses

Of hiding behind comfort and calling it useless

You're not a kid forever, the clock won’t freeze

And every missed step is a lock on the keys

We all want to see you behind that wheel

But not ‘til you show us this drive is real

You’ll get there when you want it bad enough

When you stop ducking out, when you start showing up

The world don’t move for boys who wait

It opens wide when you choose your fate

Right now, you’re parked, but there’s room to shift

All it takes is one real, earned lift

You don’t need luck, you just need guts—

It’s yours... when you want it bad enough

You think you’ve got time.

Maybe you do.

But every man you admire…

Was once where you are too.

The only difference?

They got tired of waiting.

You’ll get there when you want it bad enough

When you stop letting easy be more than enough

The life you want, the ride, the roar

It’s not out there.

It’s behind your door.

So step out, stand up, shake off the dust

It’s yours... when you want it bad enough