Preacher

I’m a master, a pastor, a preacher of time. Don’t get it twisted, I’ve got humility and empathy, I’m not saying I’m the best, But I’ve learned, done, and forgotten more than the next. It’s up to you to make your life. The opposite of hate isn’t love, its creation, So create it, do it, love it, don’t waste it, Everyone’s given one, yet you live like you’ve got nine. Don’t sit there and settle, yearn and earn and struggle to be. Three minute rounds aren’t a thing when you go six and oh, If you think you can, if you think you can’t, You’re only sealing your own fate. Don’t tell me how to live my life when you’re a passenger in your own. Get off the ropes and put up a fight, Don’t tell me you’re the best, show me, Grandeur isn’t a delusion it’s my plan. The only limits in this world are in your mind. There’s a fine line between intelligence and insanity, I am that line. I am the next step in evolution, It’s not about being the best it’s about being better. If you don’t believe me that’s fine. If you don’t like me, bite me, But you let this society box you in, Then yell and fit about how unfair it is. PRs are meant to be broken so why would you stop? Why would you settle for second hand, Don’t take what you’re given, own it, Master it, pastor it, and preach on.