Wrinkles in the mirror, gray in the fade
Talking to a kid who ain't yet made the grade
Sixteen, wild-eyed, head full of steam
Future ain't a thing when you chasing the dream
I told him, "Boy, slow your roll, this ain't a race
You think you're running free, boy you’re setting the pace
For a lifetime of lessons, some cut like blades
Every choice you make carves the path you pave."
If I could rewind, would I change the grind?
Or would I let it play, keep the scars in line?
The past is a ghost, but it still haunts through
Sixteen and fifty two looking in the rearview.
He said, "Old man, you sound bitter as hell
Didn’t you ever have a story to tell?
Ain't life about risks, about chasing the thrill?
What good's a seatbelt when you steering downhill?"
I laughed, "Boy, you don’t know what you don’t know
Every high got a price, every seed gotta grow
You plant recklessness, you'll harvest regret
I see your fire, and I can’t forget."
I told him, "Every wound made the man I became
Every joy, every heartbreak, every ounce of pain
if I could whisper one truth in your ear
It’s don’t run so fast you forget what’s near."
If I could rewind, would I change the grind?
Or would I let it play, keep the scars in line?
The past is a ghost, but it still haunts through
Sixteen and fifty two, looking in the rearview.
He said, "So what’s the move, how you play it now?"
I said, "You walk the road, but don’t bow
To the pressure, to the greed, to the rage inside
Every choice you make, make it with pride."
He smirked, "Guess we ain’t so different, you and i
Just a boy walking in shadows of his old man, chasing legacy,I said boy always stand ten toes tall and cast your own shadows don't turn out like me,he said old man your speech is to late
But tell me,when you going to pass this ol' square Box Chevy pickup truck down to me I've been watching an learning from you old man I'm a lot like you,'sixteen and fifty two looking in the rearview
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