Haters
The traitors of the past were never washed away
They have procreated and created the haters of today
They continue to feed of negativity
And deter you from accomplishing any relative impossibility
They think cynically and hate you and me
But I don't blame them
They have chosen to live in their cubicle
But I have chosen to live enormous or die a fool
Matter of fact sometimes I feel bad for them
But I don’t condescend and look down on them
I appreciate them for what they are
They are the motivators that make me work hard to become a star
Jay-Z had them… Will Smith had them and look what they did
They embraced them and made it big
We the esoteric few have set out to accomplish great feats
That’s why no hater can ever stop me
From bringing out the greatness that I hide within
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