They say the past is the past
And you have to let it go
But when they wanna pull you down
Its the first rubbish that they throw
A weapon to use against me
When they see me nearing the top
With my past they create an obstacle
Forcing me to stop
I try to go thru it
With my ears well shut
As they remind me where i have been
Trying to keep me in a rut
My battle to move past it
Seems harder by the day
With people slinging the dirt
I have tried to put away
As they attack me with new stigma
Names earnt as i try to rise
The fact that i haven't made it yet
Could come as no surprise
But since i was born a warrior
My battle will not be lost
I will get to a better place
No matter what the cost
I have to get up and move forward
To me its the only direction
So while they are judging whats behind me
I see a whole new reflection
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