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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