I don't understand the word impossibleI wasn't taught to accept such a thingI know nothing of the word failure And about all the fear that it bringsWeakness is a term I know nothing aboutBecause as a strong Black ManThat is a word that shall never be uttered from my mouthI was taught to fight for what you believe in And to sacrifice for the wholeEvery man has a purposeBut only a few understand their roleMy parents taught me to believe in God and myselfNever more than those twoThey said put faith in anything elseAnd you may never know what to doThey said enemies will comeAnd that's just a part of lifeSome will mean nothingAnd some will keep you up at nightThe point is to always be prepared for battleWithout letting it change who you areVictory is always attainableEven if looking at it from afarSo when you tell me I can't do somethingYou only make it harder on yourselfBecause you're just another trophyThat's waiting to be put on my shelfI was bred to win and taught to believeThat it's ok to cryBut real men bleedSo if it's a battle you seekThen know this my friend:I intend to fight till the bitter endAnd to walk away with nothing less than a win

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