They said I would be thrown to history’s dustbin.
I said I could not hear you because I’m busy hustling.
I would rather be thrown to the lions, at least I could lead a pride.
Because I know what is inside, and I don't have to hide.
Who said to give up lied, tried to make sure my hands were tied.
The  lion's strength is in pain, the gazelle he couldn't catch again.
It must have been insane but he managed to overcome their frame.
Who do I think I am to believe I can make it.
Because what is in me is sacred, and nothing can break it.
I cannot give in as long as I stand in the land of the living.
Because I have to have my children see me on television.
Forget my name in lights, even at night my name will be bright.
Because my legacy will be the fireworks that no one can spite.
What is in me is more than fire, because it cannot be consume.
They say be still and I tell them I did enough of that in the womb.
It is called trash can, and if it can that is inspiration to me as a man.
Even trash must be collected,  I'll  build a heritage that's everlasting.