I am that flower that sprouted through concrete and blossomed
My attitude is strong like for a Shaka Zulu warrior
My heart repels fear
Demeanour of a beast
Like fine gold,I triumphed through the furnace
Like ice,my words chill flames of hell fire
Am a conquerer,through all trials and tribulations,I'll sail,only to rise higher
I was made for greatness,no matter the setbacks,I won't give up
I won't tire
At my final destination,I long to arrive
The throne of success,I must achieve
It's within reach,so I believe
I am that flower that sprouted through concrete and blossomed
Life is a journey of constant lessons, this,I have fathomed
Every setback is a comeback,I won't hold back
Hit me,kick me,with a herd of stallions, trample upon me,but still,I will rise
And still,a new life lesson,I'll realise
When I finally begin winning,the minds of doubters,I'll paralyze
Throw lemons at me,and out of them,I'll make lemonade
Negative energies,I blast like a grenade
With impunity,soil my reputation
But am a rare creation
And my gifts,my maker made with precision
Heart of stone,no,I won't be hurt
For,even then,my share remains clear-cut
Am cut from from a special cloth, uniqueness is what my designer intended
With the average,my breed can't be blended
And all this,an average mind can't comprehend
I am that flower that sprouted through concrete and blossomed
Concrete flower
That flower that sprouted through concrete