The race is harder than arithmatic
Some will say it can't be won
Son it gets harder when your shoes are slick
But I had set my mind to run
And it was harder that I bargained for
Broken dreams at every turn
I had heart enough to almost make it thru
And a lesson yet to learn
I slipped and fell before the finish line
Just when it seemed I couldn't lose
I can fall anytime you want me to
You are the s * *t beneath my shoes