What would I do, faced with many quandaries,

Lyrically crossing different boundaries,

On to superb greatness I drive

Late nights early mornings as i strive.

To be at the top this is what I do,

Work hard while others stumble,

With distractions of mass destruction,

Social media and its mass production.

First to rise in the mornings

Offspring of a nation that's foreign

Last to bed in the nights

To be great, only fight I'll ever fight.