She spent her life in overdrive
Living a life that she despised
So far gone she barely knew her name
Years of spills poppiní pills
On the streets yeah on her knees
She spent the rest of her days
In the shadows collecting shame

One day she had enough
She prayed to god then she looked up
A man knelt down
He wanted to know her name
He said

Itís not what you done or
Where you been you canít
Changed the clock or
Turn it back again just take my hand
And you got it made
Itís not how far you fall but
How you stand get up change your life
Take it back again just take my hand
And you got it made

Rich young man he rules the world
Got his choice of cars not to mention girls
The king of the hill, this kidís a household name
Never worked a day gets paid to play yeah
All or nothing man; seize the day
Heís the American dream
Beyond your wildest dreams

One day heíd had enough
He prayed to God then he looked up
A man knelt down
He wanted to know his name




  



 












Got It Made

Written, performed, recorded, mixed,
and mastered by J.A.R.
J.A.R.: vocals, guitars, bass, drums
From the album "You Know It's Me"
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(we will all die someday)
(i'm pretty good at this. click for samples)
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