Though many born under the brightest of stars
Some luck stars
Others gifted
Riches and powers
Other's,future purely shielded
fame and greatness
Imma cast my hook here and there all the same
Though some call the appearance fool
Being cloth with recurrent shame and ugly brains too
Slow-witted,reckless and pointless
Clogged sense,rubbish-mess
Walk-a-loco and forgetful bimbo
A Slough and blessed idiot
All the same,Imma forgo all the compuctive pestilences.
Imma push
Imma dig
Imma hurt me digging twice
Imma proceed
Imma swim
Imma drown swimming thrice
Imma fail again
And again imma rise
Themma pull me down no less
Themma call me sickhead
Themma call me wickhead
Themma call me thickhead
Imma fail one and a million times
Imma keep making mistakes all the time
But Imma keep moving until the very end
Imma keep trying everything out
Imma keep on swinging till I pass out
Keep hitting on till i hit my point out
Imma keep digging on till I reach the gem
keep swimming on till i find my gel
Imma keep moving till the end
Imma Keep pushing until my very last breath
