Consequences of Success
By Nomar Knight
There's a target on
my back
Success launches a
thousand knives
Steps become harder
to track
Truth drowned out by
lies
Become great at
spotting hate
Evil glances as if
to dismember
Be careful what you
ask of fate
Failure is what they
hope to remember
Don't satisfy
ignorant fools
Take things to the
next level
Incorporate new
tools
Who cares if they
see the devil
March to your own
beat
Aggressively take
what's yours
Golden throne your
new seat
Desire and sweat
open doors
And if you feel you
had enough
That being amazing
is bad
Stow a plan in your
cuff
It's fun to make
them all mad
A Knight Chills poetic presentation.
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