Rising out of the flames I ascent like a phoenix. For so long the underacheivers stole from my spirit. I was overrated yet underappreciated. The most hated by those who doubt outdated the thoughts that were most sacred.
They tried to rob and sabotage me. People used to call me by my old name because they knew the outside me.
Dimmed through shadowed dreams their lust outshined my beautiful dreams. I’m something so sacred even those who know me need a flashlight can’t see. My walk is given everything inside me.
No one can doubt my lay in life. I stand with love proudly.