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Mr. Beat the odds
Mr. Beat The Odds
Call me Mr. Beat the Odds
‘Cause life swung first,
Tried to drop me where I stood.
Tried to break me—
Bend my spirit, crack my soul,
Had me staring at the floor like
“That’s as far as you go.”
But I rose different.
Had to stand on everything I am,
Look pain in the face and say—
“You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”
I wasn’t built weak.
I was made…
By God.
And trust me—
It ain’t been easy.
Depression knocking at my door at night,
Devil in my ear like—
“Stay down…
You can’t win…
You ain’t got nobody.”
Yeah…
I heard him.
But I just smiled.
‘Cause what he don’t understand is—
I never needed a crowd.
Never needed applause.
When the world went silent,
God was still speaking.
When nobody saw potential,
He saw purpose.
When I felt empty,
He reminded me—
“I made you in My image.
You’re built for more than this.”
So I fought.
Through the dark.
Through the doubt.
Through the nights that felt endless.
And every time I almost broke—
He was in my corner,
Whispering,
“Get up… you’re not done.”
So I did.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Now look at me.
Still standing.
Still swinging.
Still chosen.
Call me Mr. Beat the Odds—
Not ‘cause it was easy…
But ‘cause I never stayed down.
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