Expect less of me and I'd give you more.
The Heavens ain't high enough, nor Hell's fires too hot.
For both ain't too ready for what's in store.
And both would see me at the top.

And maybe a lot would wish the best for me, but curse with the same mouth,
Swear to you things that their lips can't keep.
And by a peep, people would eye your rewards and want a piece.
Kinda figured it won't really change,
just repeating the old days.
With the old croaks with frog mouth.

But what really happened, to best of deeds.
When the wants were lesser than the needs. While growing large dreams started from tiny seeds.

Guess I'm too much of a slave to the past,
wishing for the old days just to last.
Filled with the better memories and fewer laughs.

But I ain't raising my voice high enough to give the world a speech,
But I am giving it a piece. Putting a lot out onto the table, not afraid of the risk.

So let the far edges of the world hear me high and mighty,
Cause my light words shouldn't be taken highly likely.

And I learned from my Dad that I don't need to slaved to people for them to like me.
So if my speech is a call to arms, come and fight me.