We Will Succeed
I heard an outcry
Somewhere nearby
I see a tough guy
His buddy wise guy
And a boy with a black eye
Tough guy tries to imply
He’s not the bad guy
He tries to justify
He says nice of you to pass by
But goodbye
If you know me, I don’t comply
A kick to the groin I did apply
A slap in the face I amplify
My dirty look I magnify
And I did terrify
Fight back they didn’t try
I ask the boy of the situation
I expected an explanation
He said thanks for the demonstration
But over was our conversation
Without any hesitation
I demanded confrontation
He said it’s weird for me to take fascination
But he’s given up on this generation
I told him that’s just an estimation
Me and those boys there’s no correlation
And from my observation
He needed a companion
But I am nothing
He said while blushing
The boy was in shock
He could barely talk
A minute by on the clock
I told him come with me for a walk
I showed him a cornstalk
This plant has grown taller than a weed
All from one tiny seed
So let’s proceed
And though we may bleed
We will succeed
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