Leaders are born, bosses are born, beauty is in the genes, they are some who have it, there are some who just don't got it. Imagine if we all thought like that? Leaders are not born, even if they are. Let me die believing they are made.
Cause I believe in a world where, you take the pain, you get the gain. You put your pride on the line, to get the glory. You aren't born with sh, you are given equal opportunity to rise. That's the world I believe in.
The ground is fair, even if it is not. If I lose, if am not happy, am not going to just coil and die. Am not just going to fade into oblivion, am going to rise up be somebody. We all need somebody, somebody reflects good on us. We don't want to marry anybody, we want to marry somebody. We don't want to be have kids who are nobody, we don't want kids who are anybody, we want kids who are somebody. We want our lineage to be filled with opportunity. We care don't we. I care.
I think everyone cares what will happen to them, but sometimes we just don't care right. Or we care about the wrong things thinking they are right.
I believe everyone can, but everyone will not, cause some people will not believe they can, and they will be stuck in the ground as the others rise. Given, it's not a fair world, but am ready for the sweat, I am ready for the cold mornings, I am ready to be the early bird that catches the worm.
Am ready to be the eagle that flies above the storm. Am ready to do what it takes to be the best lawyer. I am ready to do all it takes to build an empire. Not anything bad, cause I believe that doing bad to get something good simply means you are a fool, you are choosing the easy way out. Which simply makes you sh in my eyes.
The right path, but creative about it, fight for the right things, not leaving dead bodies on my path behind me, but living lives fulfilled, lives enhanced!
Ready for the pain to gain? Ready for more mates to choose from? Ready to be the king of the jungle? Queen of the lips stick jungle? Ready to take the top seat? The crown? The pent house? Ready to decline invites? Invited guests only?
The time is here, you decide now. In bed, in the street, stranded waiting for the rain to stop. Decide now, time is moving. Are you going to rise or believe that people are born at the top?
Love is real, love is true, love is discrimination, some lose, some win? All win? Some lose? When love isn't there, success will always be. Success isn't just money, it isn't just love, it isn't just friends, it isn't just family, it isn't just philanthropy, it isn't just heaven, it isn't just the perfect exit from the world, success is everything that means something to you. You decide. And it makes it better, yes? Success makes it better? Doesn't it? Come on? Isn't it better to write depressed; no one is not going to read you sh, while you know in the line of the type of sh you write about you are the most read?
Give me a tissue to wipe my tears, but let me cry at the top. Everything is less painful when you are a winner. No one can take that away from you. Given, love can be taken away from you. Given love taste sweeter than everything. But if you never find love, would you rather be on top? If you find love, would you still rather be on top?
Leaders are born, bosses are born, beauty is in the genes, they are some who have it, there are some who just don't got it. Imagine if we all thought like that?
