Out in the world, ruthless as hell,
Beaten and battered on and on,
I thank my parents the most,
For teaching me how to thrive.
In a bloody soup of all problems,
I’ve learned to stay afloat,
Under all sorts of crisis,
I’ve cried, yet never gave up.
Besides this world filled with hate,
Love, in the purest form, exists,
And I shall make my momma proud,
For she made me who I am.
It matters not what shall come,
How crazy life can get,
I’m my daddy’s little warrior,
I’m the ruler of my destiny.