Friday, May 03, 2013

Who's Sight?



How many stand tall with their ranks and glories?
Proud of their stripes, color belts, or titles - it's the same story
The position of man raised but in who's sight?
Where's our aim, I question, are we on the right?
Ain't nothing wrong with having goals
Problem comes when it remains the main source pushing our soul
And all it gives us is a moment to be told
How will we stand on The Day?
Where's the stripes, color belts or titles we so proudly displayed?
How'd it disappear so fast on the only day that's worthy to be relayed
We've got gold tagging us on our wrist 
Reminding us of the time we've missed
Medals resting on our chest
False illusion that we've passed our test
Or rings pressed upon our fingers
Bling so big , yet we still striving for bigger
How many stand tall with their ranks and glories
Proud of their stripes, color belts or titles - it's the same story 
Trying to make a mark in the temporary
Only to turn back and find we lost track 
Keep it focused, whether it's in the office, or on the mat
It's not about haters who hate
It's about earning our fate
Establishing rank for our eternal state!

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