Oppressed, I was by all,
They thought just in moment I'll Fall.
But they don't know of what I am made,
Rebel is my path that you can't Barricade.

All Alone, I am fighting All,
Bring the next one I ain't tired of Brawls,
I might lose, But won't quit.
I'll try again with a knock-out Hit.

Depressed, I have always been made.
I worked in the Sun and they sat in shade.
But they Didn't know Where I have Been?
On My Path of Success where you have never been.

They hit me with their words, really violent,
I continued my work hard and remained silent.
Now when the outcome of hard-work arrives,
Their intellection will get weaken and I'll Thrive.

Addressed as a LOSER, I always was,
Now I don't hear such, In sound of round of applause.
But your offenders will continue to abuse,
Ignorance is my Path, Now It's Your Turn To Choose!