If success was a beautiful woman
Wouldn't even know how to approach her
And all of the brothas chirping her
Just hope she knows I've always noticed her
Greeting logic telling me to "stay focused, sir"
But caught up in mixed motions to stir
She glanced at me and a moment, we know one another
Though I've never spoken to her
So I grab a pen and a poem I wrote to a**ure
I'm still here, to be sure