I grew up like a needle in a haystack,
A young boy preaching optimism
In a place filled with pessimism
Day by day I recited poetic faith
And looked far beyond the clouds before me

Yes problems were no piece of cake,
But I gave them a taste of their own medicine

I penetrated through the negative pressures,
Persisted to persevere
And continued digging to find my hidden treasure

Now look at me today!
Look at me and see the salary of a prayer
Look at me today,
For I am shaping into the best thing since sliced bread
Look at me today
And see God’s greatest testimony