I rise with the Sun and Fall with the Moon.
My fiery rage is only tempered by my somber grace.
With each breathe I take is a liberation for my predeccsesor.
Every step, a dream accomplished for my ancestors.
I have the blood of Slaves running through my veins.
The blood of Warriors and Rulers who stripped from their place.
It is running through my veins on-word to my heart.
The blood of Slave, the Heart of a King but above all else.
I am a man with Purpose, I am a man with struggle.
I am a man with a dream.
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