rumours,
rumours here and there,
that I think of not making it though,
Most talk all evil about me,
I can see them talk all about me,
thinking that my plan for success is failing,
I can see them talking,
but in reality there is glory for me,
even in all my failing's,
I will succeed with all their bad rumours about me.
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