by Tycinnacus Watford
I breathe success and exhale fulfilled dreams, I retaliate when enemies knock me down when I’m on this road to fruitfulness, by all means. I climb mountains of insults, I swim seas of lies, rivers and streams of tribulations, but I keep treading, excited to see my glorious result in time. So disrespect me, de-friend me, put my name on a paper plane and send it in the air. Because when you hear about me your gonna wish you were here.