I think back to the fact,
I felt empty and black.
A time, where I was young and blind
Defined by fighting, and blacking eyes.
Now working towards my own enterprise.
I capitalize my creativity.
Put it to work.
And show my worth.
I’ll accept, I’m the man to be.
Gracefully, taking the stage,
I’ll say my name and leave my rage.
Inside I have no worry
I no longer stride, in a hurry.