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Different


I may be on the bottom rung,

But the top o' the ladder's where I want to be.

Put my face on the soles of my shoes--

I want people to see it when they look up at me.

 

When I step out of my house,

I want people to know my name;

it's not so much about the fortune, 

you can do more good with fame.

 

People can only cheer and hope

for those that talk,

But they can follow and help

those who walk.

 

I want the notoriety for the things I've done,

Not because I'm a sycophant.

Then at that point is my battle won

I've won because my objectives are different.

 

 

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