Ambitions got a hold on me.
It’s burning in my chest.
Eating and consuming my flesh.
Tears gleaming in my eyes, begging for success.
Jittery, an explosion of massive energy.
This isn’t greed, Its determination of a dream.
I’ve got grit signed throughout my genes.
Fulfillment of a proclamation.
Declaration of my previously mentioned assertation.
Not just verbal affirmation.
Ambitions got a knife to my throat. He even told me he’s been assigned not to let me go.
I don’t know why? I’ve got my own gun to his head.
I’ll succeed and then we can die.
I repeat this is not fueled by greed.
There’s no ambiguity nor ambivalence.
The feeling is immensely concrete.
God himself made it into a decree.
It’s written in ancient stone, fear has to flee.
There’s no space in my stomach for butterflies.
I’m filled and spilling over with ingenuity.
My mission can’t be compromised.
For the last time, this is not greed.
Just a fulfillment of intuition.
A conviction as I try to express my predisposed inner-mission.
I ingress, not simply definied as ambition.
I’ve got zeal, ammunition, hunger, and lots of time plus commitment.
I am a manifestation of the law of attraction.
You can characterize it as my genetic predisposition.
Each heartbeat propels me forward.
This can be simplified as a confession, there can be no intercession.
Not a probability, its a fact and definitely not an anomaly.
Stamped and sealed from the beginning of time.
Lastly, I was meant to win the race.
And no, I’m not simply speaking into outerspace.
My birth symbolic, of a worldwide resurrection.
I’ll now continue my conquest.
Even in the womb, it was coupled around my spine.
God himself, imparted me with this truth.
He said, “I’ve chosen you and you shall bear much fruit”.