Success
Very professional in the way the young kid walks
You can tell a lot by one’s accent and if he stutters when he talks
But this kid is very much a newcomer or more like a new soul on the break
Of finally learning a bit about how to give and take
He’s learning and he’s growing with an inevitability of success
While he drops the clip on and grabs the windsor off his desk
Formals turned to proms, promotions turned to graduations
Procrastinating was never the language he found himself communicating
None of that because he was all about his business
17, he came with a plan that every professor at the school would be a witness
Now 18, he wears sweats to class, fresh out of bed
But at the same time he’s wearing a three-piece suit with a handkerchief, in his head
Obstacles surround but fail to make sound
Because tunnel vision is in full effect because all he sees is that success
On the way to class, he’s thinking about his family because the rest don’t understand the mission
Then he sees a businessman with the same suit he had in his vision
Some kids his age admire the wrong things in attempts to relieve stress
But all the young kid has on his mind is the businessman’s success
Now that businessman gets off of work running his enterprise at a very young age
Then travels to the bank to cash in his salary instead of a menial minimum wage
He takes a smooth drive home in an all black ferrari
When he gets a call from his wife asking if he’s cool with the chef cooking calamari
He pulls up and parks the whip into the garage
Steps out and then walks pass 7 other cars
Kisses his wife and hugs his kid
Only 28 making money you would swear he was in show biz
He takes a step back and remembers with precision
When at 18 he seen a man in the same suit he had in his vision
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