TOMORROW.

The sure enough mode of wanting

There’s lesser chance of disappointing

Put down the finger that’s pointing…

This ain’t no game.

So please give up complaining

I can see the path you’re aiming

There’s no point in blaming…

Just play the game.

Take it on the chin

Let the pain begin

And you will see tomorrow.

And then down the line

You will turn out fine

Just aim for tomorrow.

Is there a reason for crying

Sitting down and praying for dying

Making it up yes lying…

This ain’t no game.