There’s no limit to the engine

Ever moving, fueled by sin

The cuts, scars, bruises within

Condensed and converted to grins

Improvement is learned from the grim

Shaky hands turn to “Yes I can”s

Fear is moving plans

Making it work, take it to church

Stronger and building from the hurt

Wondering if the talent is a blessing or curse

Just depends if it gets you in a quality hearse

Til then, you shifting gears, adjusting your speed

Ain’t gotta be the “we”, just focus on “me”

No chains, no crowns, you ain’t gonna hear a cling

But, champs rock them rings, let them fingers sing

I call it, “Pushin the Engine Into Dream”

If ya know what I mean

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