Big Boss

Intro:
Infectious optimism,
Through the optimal prism.
Moderation at the root,
Invest in situations astutely.
 
Verse1:
The eighty-twenty rule,
Winning was not my intention. I stay cool.
I don't want to appear cruel,
But being reserved isn't the goal.
Zest is aimed high,
My whole heart is in motion, reaching for the sky.
All out, sweat and strength,
Exercise brings its prize at length.
Confidence rises with each stride,
A well-carved body, earned with pride.
Not from stars, but hard work indeed,
Memory over pulse, a strong creed.
Pictures my mind pulls, not to pose,
Limits are exposed as discipline grows.
Meeting rules in the basement enrolled,
Standing straight and tall, humble and bold.
 
Hook:
Prometheus brought disaster,
As stars truths aligned
Accelerating elements combined,
/Fire is a good servant, a bad master./
 
Chorus:
Run to the finish,
/Police line, do not cross./
Young gunner distinguished,
For the Big Boss.
 
Bridge:
Two vital lessons to remember and contemplate,
As we strive for success and our goals, we navigate.
Love never sparked,
Nor defied sin.
Hate attacked like a shark,
Panic on the scene,
Now it's hard to think win-win.
Danger parked,
Threat-triggered screams.
Water wiped out,
The surface is made clean.
No life's vibe in the South,
Nothing is left on the screen.
 
V2:
Nothing is stronger nor more persistent,
It will last longer if infinity has borders.
Tears cause floods. Panic builds dams,
But still, neighborhoods sink, and help is on a Blacklist.
Is there any solution?
By our ambush, air pollution.
Through our walk and talk,
negativity got us choked.
Seven breaths to decide,
and see us on the other side.
Efforts can be made but in the end,
We cannot correct our faults,
Nor abandon the problems at hand.
To achieve success in this goal,
A miracle and God's
strength are needed.
The arrival of a savior
To rescue our land.
 
Outro:
Private information is stored
In a warehouse.
The core technique
is measured with care.