Perils keep you down
But it's the getting up that strengthens our nucleus
I despair when my situation is a state of unprepared declares
However when I have proper preparation I'm never frustrated.
Love to hate me they do,
the way I look keeps most dazed and confused
Because when they hear me speak
their knees become apparently too weak to compete
A fortnight of misery,
Black is no longer his-story…