Whose 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 whose 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!