How can I thrive in this world when my body breaks downs
It’s like driving in nascar with a car that belong in the junkyard
The driver can be the best of the best
But it’s the car that makes the race happen
There’s no race if you don’t have a car that runs right
I’ve barely started my racing career
My car has smoke coming from the engine, a blown tire and a flashing light that won’t stop
The mechanic says there is not much he can do
It’s a piece of junk, no fault of my own it was made that way
That I did so much with it despite its issues
To keep up the little things
But the glory days are over
the car will barely make it up the street let alone race again
It’s the mechanic’s job is to fix the car
If the mechanic can’t do his job how am I supposed to do mine?
