Find your greatness

Go ahead and find your greatness wherever it may be living.
In a Chelsea Mug, inside your girlfriend's sports bra, under someone's weave..
In your Nikes, look over your shoulder, inside a toilet.
Whether it may be seek, discover, conquer.
Check under your mattress, in the bookshelves or in your dad's armpits.
Come on and find your greatness.

Find your smarts on another planet wherever it orbits.
Wherever it flies on star-ships going to science fictional chambers, Star Wars.
Find the glow sparkling the genius within your circumference.
Into the sun it warms your cold heart on fire.
Your only desire ignites the flaming torch to carry on the running spirit.
Athletics beware of the prodigal son, beware he's right there behind you.
Sneaking in tight spots where you see fit.
The word's a stage, the word's a stage, the word's a stage right?

Did you miss that mic under that stage?
Kissing the assembly floor near the fire exit.
Staring back at you in the face.
It wanted you to embrace what you have.
But you turned away from greatness.
Ran away in disguise like a coward.
To regroup with the skeptical crowd who had no faith in you, whatsoever from Genesis.
It was asking for your assistance to reach out the champ in you.
The spontaneous thing in you, premeditated at the corner.
Isolated where no one can find you, or even conversate with you.
Find yourself unique in these parts of the universe.

Lift off the average soul pressing weight down your everyday struggle.
Under the rooftops you lay to rest.
It's hidden in closed eyelids.
Only Lucazade can boost up your energy to duh wake up, you're dreaming again.
In Underground stations, carriages seems to fill up each carriage to its full capacity.
There is no more room to squeeze in dreams through industrialised zombies.
Unaware of your full potential crossing Brick Lane like Dave Crowe.
You've looked for greatness under a tree.
Where you've sat with sketchbooks outlining the colourless landscapes.
A far distance in King George's Park.

You've searched in car parks concealed in Vauxhall Astras, BMWs, Mini Coopas.
Your journal had stories pant up of the city gems.
Looting through branches and coming to Southfields Prince's Way.
See your greatness lived in depths of mountains over the horizons.
When you climb to the top, your foundations to success.
So love the things you enjoy the film makings of your written history, your poetry of innocence.
Let your legacy go to the distance.
Enjoy the exciting rainbows taking you places no money can take you.
Find your greatness no matter where it may be stuck on.
It's stuck on who, stuck on you, no it's stuck on stupid.
Find it before it finds somebody else on the corner, with nothing to live for and allow it to slip into their hands.

It might find you on TV, get you a rep in the streets like respect is good right, so why ignore it?
Opportunities comes once in a lifetime, so why leave it to chance?
You said you wanted to be a rapper, so go ahead and rhyme.
You wanted to be an artist and make paintings dance a million times in the Whitechapel Gallery.
So carry on young Picasso, exhibiting your art.
You are the timeless microphone speaking to be heard, so why should anybody cut your sound off?
It sets beautiful trend as the greatest thing alive over Reeboks that runs your social commentary.
Just do it the Nikes insisted you to.
Just do what comes to you naturally, run fast before the lightning strikes the oak tree.
Become the self incredible, self militant, self reliant, self made you.
So go ahead and find yourself, know yourself, claim yourself, be yourself.