Life was sticky awhile I was a sickly child but bloomed
Into Healthy vigor want to be a wealthy figure in tuned
Like Bill Bates even thrill the greats with lyrical fumes
Now live in a strange slum but a CHANGE GON COME soon
Wanna grow as brother and glow in color like a traffic light
Become a graphic sight on every street corner ill like graphite
Marches galore leaving blotches on floors like soldiers in formation
Causing bolder situations in combat they takeover and storm nations