The surgeon chooses a scalpel as the poet uncorks a bottle. At war with the odds, stacked high in constant battle.

The pen or the knife, a tool for gifted minds. Everyday a constant battle, the hustle and the grind.

Years of dedication raise you up above the rest. Let the haters do their worst, it’s all part of the test.

The lives you’ll change will be untold, unless you go give up and fold.

Think it through and imagine it true. A leader will rise up.

I’m talking to you.