Here's a speck on the canvas   A future projection   A drop in the bucket of tomorrow's successes      If I have the faith and know-how   I might watch the ship come in   My full potential      Successful men can tell at a glance if a man were born to lose   No one here has given me a chance   'Cept you, Lord   'Cept you      Fed on the air of my fantasies   They say I'm wasting away   A star-struck lover due for tragedy   Not true, baby   Not true      I will arrive   I realize my full potential, baby