Society frowns upon sobriety but
it won't directly say so
See when your priorities get misplaced you always do as you're told
And with society calling the shots, the bullets are aimed to pierce your soul.
You and I are of the same breed
A pedigree trained to follow, born to lead
Beaded in a society that sees yet neglects our needs
So its conventions we succeed.
They watch us bleed and plead for change
Greed feeds the system so its arranged in their favour
Thence now and later they have the power
to fill our reserved seats with the over aged.
Sit still or demonstrate
Write. Draw. Scribble within and out the box or remain a blank page plagued a
caged bird;
A script-less actor on an empty stage.
We envisage tomorrow similarly with selective imagery
One man plans to work
Another works a plan drawing an abstract legacy the future looks upon like a
memory.
They are disciples of a dream
Their deeds cycle seamlessly
Insightful rebels for the team
But one lives his while the other lives another's scheme
For only one is satisfaction guaranteed.
Yaa Asantewaa led battle long before anyone convened to Beijing.
Let not your gender drag you under
Consider it blunder to weaken before you strife, put asunder the facile life.
Sing tunes of "Yes I Can" to string things that bring mediocrity to
an end
Dare to transcend the expectations normalcy extends.
Procrastination steals at your will till you're broke
And broken souls hang a stole around unspoken goals
Too tightly for design and choke words that leave success songs unsung.
Postpone to tomorrow only what today can survive undone.
You too are a painter of life
With art galleries shooting masterpieces through your system
So scientists named them your ARTeries.
Don’t let it last, that draft of
your future they based on their past
Remember change roams within
your range like a rover
She’s the fat lady who won’t
sing cuz the show’s never over
There’s room for one more
thought, one idea, one more vision
In your hands, lies one more
chance to impact a generation.
