I’m getting wiser, rising higher, promoting my publishing company well,
I’m flyer than the promotional pamphlet–my books sell.
Empires take years to build up with each brick,
I murder these writers like a smooth executed mob hit.
I know I make people angry, I’m cool with it,
I’m only growing taller and you’re just a midget.
Attracting true beauty like I’m wearing a magnet,
I used to buy weed, weight it, and bag it.
But I found a more effective route to exemplify my hustle;
I’m in a meditative state like Russell.
Scotian Breeze is the movement people will learn from,
I obtain bread and blow through the crumbs.
The inception of divine direction derives from introspection;
Every time I write there’s a revolutionary resurrection.
Progression is about making productivity a proclivity;
As a young king, I’m always increasing my virility.
These imposters claim to be royalty, but they’re prevaricators,
I serve a purpose, and you eat my food like I’m a waiter.
I create new dreams every morning I get out of bed,
Then I manifest the required actions that are inside my head.
One-hundred hour work weeks are the bear minimum,
I clear up your complexion like cinnamon.
Boss up and stop hating on those who do;
Stop focusing your energy on negativity; no wonder you’re blue.
I’m into new atmospheres and better scenery,
I move at God speed, you won’t understand what he means to me.
I mapped out all of my plans on the blank page;
Hit the stage, eliminated rage, and locked the writing world in a cage.
I mean what I say, and say what I mean,
Wishing for a better life is how you demean.
Have deeply rooted actions behind the endeavours you need;
Why give in to the emptiness of greed?
Fall on your back but stand back up on your feet,
If you never give up, you won’t see defeat.