Somebody said the sun would come up,
It stuck with me,
When I was stuck up.

I wanted to be somebody people could love,
But I was too boisterous to contain,
Too wild to settle.

When I asked for help I was told,
First you need to help,
If you're going to help yourself.

Karma kills to knock you down,
Unless you learn that life is more than your success,
Life is the blooming flowers of our people,

The pulse of our community.