BORN TO WIN

Born to win they all screams, as their teacher instructed

Recite the school motto, right in the assembly ground!

Assembled motionlessly after giving a breathtaking speech

You gotta work hard to breakthrough she holler

Working hard is an old race They howled...

Raise the new generation to work Smart and intelligence

We are not ordinary person, saying no to medoicre spirits

We are destined for greatness, knowledge our wings

No venture no success, she yell

Yeah striving is the old race buildt from war we cried

Raise the new generation to Thrive in grace 

It's buildt from love and respect

We are born to win, winning together in unity

Not born to rule over another with presumptuousness

In apartheid, parted Furiously disorder

The older race left us with condemnation and victim mentality

Judging, Crucifying and not taking responsibility for our actions

We are born to win, resolution is our objective

You can become whatever you want she shouted

If we put our minds to it, We all YELP.

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