My Credentials

Chorus x 2 It’s okay if my ego wears jacket it’s nice if my resume plays drums I’m endowed, dazzling and full so let the world know my hands are a major part of those holding it. 1. A personality that is a well powered Agora for affluence and power to trade from collar to ankle, my long covering is embroidered with stitches of laurels as life’s willy, I stand against nature’s passive resistance educated beyond satisfaction as I neither drink the slurry of poverty nor condemned in the scaffold of barbarism. The depth of my influence surpasses the borders of space the slideshow of my worth stays not reclusive as my path has gone beyond fate to put fortune under no quandary to visiting me. Chorus It’s okay if my ego wears jacket it’s nice if my resume plays drums I’m endowed, dazzling and full so let the world know my hands are a major part of those holding it. 2. There is no contest to my flag standing highest and brightest yet my blessings still feel reclusive my known image will stand collateral for global peace. Media houses even in the desert roar in a moving tempest of my reputation yet not half the needed depth is achieved. My commanding drive and intimidating leadership the first education to all newborns I am a feather bed to all my networks even in the grave, my decaying bones will be worth more than the basilicas of ancient Europe. Chorus It’s okay if my ego wears jacket it’s nice if my resume plays drums I’m endowed, dazzling and full so let the world know my hands are a major part of those holding it. 3. Stronger and continuously refined I am as I stand on top and drink the revile, like old wine of those who wish to live in forgery of me the air is tagged with my trademark as communities mimic from the chronicles and sweeteners of my exploits. The sun rises from my past to reiterate a future covered with curtains of red silk and exotic flowers. Down the stairs to a panhandler is stupid but my pride can wear an Asian salwar rather than an Italian blazer yet, fully satisfied to cling unto the appendages of God’s glory. Chorus It’s okay if my ego wears jacket it’s nice if my resume plays drums I’m endowed, dazzling and full so let the world know my hands are a major part of those holding it.