The road gets rough but I'm still climbing
And, even on the cloudiest days, I'm still shining
Like coal one day can become a precious diamond
The pressures of the world, refines the souls of some men
Others let their beings, become filled with hate
And they take it to the grave or the pen, my ball point write
Trying to decipher, the lies from the truth
Everybody claim they got the proof
Everybody claim they got the juice
Everybody know the formula, but if you follow
Will you win or lose? It's only logical.