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Lived all my life tryin’ to get around Grand Passerole,

Storm clouds chasin’ me like they was hired to take my soul.

Weather program sayin’ fifteen, seventeen miles per hour,

But wind can’t move a man once he finally finds his power.

Black chalk on the porch rail whisperin’ truth I never knew —

Says, “Son, the miles don’t matter when the road runs through you.”

Been playin’ ping pong with grenades just to feel my heartbeat spark,

Tryin’ to rope a sunrise standin’ knee-deep in the dark.

But the life I made is good… good… so terrific,

Took a busted-up dream and somehow turned it into somethin’ mythic.

Yeah, I crawled through hell, but hell taught me I ain’t meant to break,

If you can walk through fire, you can love through any ache.

Yeah, the life I made is good…

Good…

So terrific.

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Black chalk says this, like a rock that learned to talk,

Tells me, “Boy, don’t rush your destiny — just walk.”

Becky, I love you — if you don’t believe it, think not,

But when you get ready to roll, girl, hold tight to the top of your heart.

Big love, pop not, world turns even when we stop,

Cocked up, business drop — but love stays when the noise gets hot.

Don’t talk about that shit, I love him too,

But cross that line and his ass get DJ Screwed.

I come through it like a bad name — beluga boogaloo,

And when I’m around, let it matter —

Even hit him in the groin if I gotta make the truth shatter through.

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Yeah, this world will bend you, twist you,

Try to paint your sky in fear,

But the chalk writes what the heart hides,

And I finally learned to hear.

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Yeah, the life I made is good… good… so terrific,

Took pain and turned it into somethin’ wild, strange, and mystic.

Storms come swingin’ hard, but they can’t knock down what I became,

If you survive the thunder, you ain’t never livin’ the same.

Yeah, the life I made is good…

Good…

So terrific.