Jackie Robinson by Cousin Wolf

When first I started growing old
I knew that my cup overflowed
So I never could just let things go
Was never much for playing games

Now ever with a part to play
I bite my tongue, make no mistake
'Cause they'll never learn 'til it's too late
What it means to live this way

So, please, let this cup pass from me
This sweet, heavy opportunity
The burden of a destiny
Oh, how much it all can weigh

Now love and hate and apathy
What's been said and what's been kept from me
My dreams and all my memories
This is more than just a game

It's not a game

When I've given all that they can take
When the cup is turned and fully drained
Maybe I'll live for no other sake
Than the length of every day

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