You may think it's over,
and roll out drums to celebrate,
because I fail to respond when you strike,
but hear this,
it won't change the way I smile.
You may think I will never make it,
and set traps to stop my shine,
but like smokes, I'll rise slowly above your Imagination.
Though you shoot at me with your words,
poison me with your pride
and kill me with your hatred,
hear this, it won't change the way i smile.
Though you radio my failure everywhere,
spite at my back when I pass
and cut me down with your eyes,
it won't change a thing about me,
I am who I am,
you can't stop my shine.
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