The seed must grow regardless of the fact that it's planted in stone.

We wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals; in turn, we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun. Well, we are the roses, this is the concrete and these are my damaged petals. Don't ask me why, thank God, and ask me how.

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle. I make mistakes but learn from every one. And when it's said and done, I bet this brother be a better one. If I upset you don't stress; never forget, that God isn't finished with me yet.

Should I just stop trying and give up? But then, that's exactly what they're waiting for me to do.

If everything was perfect, you would never learn and you would never grow.

The struggles I'm facing, The chances I'm taking, Sometimes might knock me down, But no, I'm not breaking.