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The Mind of the Mastermind
At sight he is the middle class working man
But, the truth is that his life is a puzzle game
He seems to be a simple cloud in the sky
However he moves strategically to precipitate sublime
Like a ghost he comes and goes through the middle of the crowd
Using the Golden Triangle he builds his empire
He enforces his brand and fabricates his style
Read his personality, “Elegant Wild”
Struck at the snitches, wipes out his fingerprints
Is like a thief in the night which picks the lock and smoothly seizes
His mind, his word and his fist control his show
No one seems to challenge the underground boss
His mind is driven by his strict moral code
Since a little boy his eyes recorded the pain which made him strong
Excuses are lies we tell ourselves to serve as mediocrity’s slaves
He’s the Shepherd that leads his heard quietly but strikes with his cane
The verbal book taught him survival in the concrete jungle
Look at his eyes, their full of pain and sorrow
However, no obstacles distracts him from the shinning star
Success is a must in the mind of the mastermind
