A rising star, but the surprising part, is that the hope is in me
comprising bars is my devising art, like money to Oprah Winfrey
My bone of choice, to tone my voice & make a sweetened sound
to alone rejoice if i own a royce - & take life in leaps & bounds
take expression and make a blessing if i was born in mild grace
a true star wont fake progressing; he'll just put on a smily face
would abhore disgrace & implore his fate; it only takes "amen"
cuz under pressure he'd ignore debates & restore his face, again
i take this pen & relate to them, its not as if you can't redeem it
yet still i partake with them, although they all act suprimist
we're all stars in our own way, forget societys scale of fitness
cuz i already am a true star, by going about my daily business. .