Wasted Talent

You ever feel like you wasting your talent?

As you losing your balance

This is the story of my life in fragments

Remember days when I would play crescendo on my violin

And ride in the car playing Nintendo

As a look at the city of Chicago straight out the window

Still keep my bow til this day as my memento

That if you play your strings right maybe things will play out

Thought those was the best days

In retrospect, those was the worst days

But momma always made me happy on my birthday