I warned you!
Your ancestors warned you.
This adversities you are going through
is what is going to make you
As gold passes through fire
So does your innate desires
go through hell to come to fruition
Rome wasn't built in a day
So I say
Make hay
While the sun shines
Patiently grind
in your prime
while there is still time
I assure you that there will be a day
When thou shall say
I made it
