Chosen for a task to accomplishment,
As a striker it takes nine to shake the net,
Blind and ignorant, cries for the stomach,
When it's play time we gallop on a horse,
Blessed to be raised by two genies,
Puppet and a master I pull my strings,
Around sharks, piranhas, I still rock my boat,
On mother earth my right hand took the oath,
Thankful to my two genies standing by me,
But they can't bring me back to genesis,
Sit back and reminisce on this great journey,
Looking back to see how far I have become,
Grown man wishes to suckle off mothers chest.