Waking up in the mornin', picking my writing utensil.
Pulling out my composition book, my brain trying to settle.
Thinking to myself about becomin' a star.
I can imagine myself just tryna live large.
Finding a website to post my verses.
A website named "Power Poetry", I found my purpose.
Posting my lyrics for everybody to see.
Thinking that people won't be too fond of me
I don't care, I'm just tryna have fun.
I know my words might be a burnt out from the sun.
I understand that my journey has already begun.
Understandin' is the key, so I can't give up.
And being that I am, the kind of girl that I am.
Just expect to be blessed
Being myself, the rest just flows.
I'll be standing on my star while the rest just explode.