I bow my head to those who have hurt me,
To those who underestimate my Capability,
To the ones who keep my Dream like a detainee.
I will keep quiet for awhile,
Flowing through the motions like the Nile,
But beware of the weapons I compile.
As I triumphantly rise above you,
You will feel my wrath out of the blue,
Piercing through like the most painful coup.
I will be as majestic as the Sun,
Blinding you like the flash of a gun.
You won't even have time to run
As I am King, and you are none.