Keep doing your thang CROW. Make these fools swallow their own words. It's more than winning a contest and all about validation of the quality you bring. Smash! CROW is blowing others out of the water. CROW don't need luck on his side.
"Quit! Give up! You're beaten!" They shout at me and plead. "There's just too much against you now. This time you can't succeed." And as I start to hang my head In front of failure's face, My downward fall is broken by The memory of race And hope refills my weakened will As I recall that scene: For just the thought of that short race Rejuvenates my being
II
A children's race - young boys, young men How I remember well Excitement, sure! But also fear: It wasn't hard to tell They all lined up so full of hope Each thought to win that race Or tie for first, or if not that, At least take second place And fathers watched from off the side Each cheering for his son. And each boy hoped to show his dad That he would be the one. The whistle blew and off they went Young hearts and hopes afire To wind and be the here there Was each young boy's desire And one boy in particular Whose dad was in the crowd Was running in the lead and thought: "My dad will be so proud!" But as they speeded down the field Across a shallow dip The little who thought to win Lost his step and slipped Trying hard to catch himself His hands flew out to brace. Amid the laughter of the crowd He fell flat on his face So down he fell and with him hope He couldn't win it now Embarrassed, sad, he only wished To disappears somehow But as he fell his dad stood up And showed his anxious face, Which to the boy so clearly said: "Get up and win the race." He quickly rose, no damage done, Behind a bit, that's all And ran with all his mind and might To make up for his fall So anxious to restore himself To catch up and to win His mind went faster than his legs: He slipped and fell again! He wished then he had quit before With only one disgrace; "I'm hopeless as a runner know; I shouldn't try to race." But in the laughing crowd he searched And found his father's face; That steady look which said again: "Get up and win the race!" So up he jumped to try again Ten yards behind the last "If I'm to gain those yards," he thought, "I've got to move real fast." Exerting everything he had He regained eight or ten, But trying so hard to catch the lead He slipped and fell again! Defeat! He lied there silently A tear dropped from his eye "There's no sense running anymore: Three strikes: I'm out! Why try!" The will to raise had disappeared: All hope had fled away; So far behind, so error-prone; A loser all the way "I've lost, so what's the use," he thought "I'll live with my disgrace." But when he thought about his dad Who soon he'd had to face "Get up," an echo sounded low "Get up and take your place; You were not meant for failure here. get up and win the race." "With borrowed will get up," it said, "You haven't lost it all. For winning is no more than this; To rise each time you fall." So up he rose to run once more, And with a new commit He resolved that win or lose At least he wouldn't quit. So far behind the others now The most he'd ever been Still he gave it all he had And ran as though to win Three times he'd fallen, stumbling; Three times he'd rose again; Too far behind to hope to win He still ran to the end They cheered the winning runner As he crossed the line first place Head high, and proud, and happy; No falling, no disgrace But when the fallen youngster Crossed the line last place, The crowd gave him the greater cheer, For finishing the race And even though he came in last With head bowed low, unproud, You would have thought he'd won the race To listen to the crowd. And to his dad he sadly said "I didn't do too well." "To me, you won," his father said. "You rose each time you fell."
III
And now when things seem dark and hard And difficult to face The memory of that little boy Helps me in the race For all of life is like that race, With ups and downs and all And all you have to do to win Is rise each time you fall. "Quit! Give up! You're beaten!" They still shout in my face But another voice within me says: "Get up and win the race!"
"Quit! Give up! You're beaten!" They shout at me and plead. "There's just too much against you now. This time you can't succeed." And as I start to hang my head In front of failure's face, My downward fall is broken by The memory of race And hope refills my weakened will As I recall that scene: For just the thought of that short race Rejuvenates my being
II
A children's race - young boys, young men How I remember well Excitement, sure! But also fear: It wasn't hard to tell They all lined up so full of hope Each thought to win that race Or tie for first, or if not that, At least take second place And fathers watched from off the side Each cheering for his son. And each boy hoped to show his dad That he would be the one. The whistle blew and off they went Young hearts and hopes afire To wind and be the here there Was each young boy's desire And one boy in particular Whose dad was in the crowd Was running in the lead and thought: "My dad will be so proud!" But as they speeded down the field Across a shallow dip The little who thought to win Lost his step and slipped Trying hard to catch himself His hands flew out to brace. Amid the laughter of the crowd He fell flat on his face So down he fell and with him hope He couldn't win it now Embarrassed, sad, he only wished To disappears somehow But as he fell his dad stood up And showed his anxious face, Which to the boy so clearly said: "Get up and win the race." He quickly rose, no damage done, Behind a bit, that's all And ran with all his mind and might To make up for his fall So anxious to restore himself To catch up and to win His mind went faster than his legs: He slipped and fell again! He wished then he had quit before With only one disgrace; "I'm hopeless as a runner know; I shouldn't try to race." But in the laughing crowd he searched And found his father's face; That steady look which said again: "Get up and win the race!" So up he jumped to try again Ten yards behind the last "If I'm to gain those yards," he thought, "I've got to move real fast." Exerting everything he had He regained eight or ten, But trying so hard to catch the lead He slipped and fell again! Defeat! He lied there silently A tear dropped from his eye "There's no sense running anymore: Three strikes: I'm out! Why try!" The will to raise had disappeared: All hope had fled away; So far behind, so error-prone; A loser all the way "I've lost, so what's the use," he thought "I'll live with my disgrace." But when he thought about his dad Who soon he'd had to face "Get up," an echo sounded low "Get up and take your place; You were not meant for failure here. get up and win the race." "With borrowed will get up," it said, "You haven't lost it all. For winning is no more than this; To rise each time you fall." So up he rose to run once more, And with a new commit He resolved that win or lose At least he wouldn't quit. So far behind the others now The most he'd ever been Still he gave it all he had And ran as though to win Three times he'd fallen, stumbling; Three times he'd rose again; Too far behind to hope to win He still ran to the end They cheered the winning runner As he crossed the line first place Head high, and proud, and happy; No falling, no disgrace But when the fallen youngster Crossed the line last place, The crowd gave him the greater cheer, For finishing the race And even though he came in last With head bowed low, unproud, You would have thought he'd won the race To listen to the crowd. And to his dad he sadly said "I didn't do too well." "To me, you won," his father said. "You rose each time you fell."
III
And now when things seem dark and hard And difficult to face The memory of that little boy Helps me in the race For all of life is like that race, With ups and downs and all And all you have to do to win Is rise each time you fall. "Quit! Give up! You're beaten!" They still shout in my face But another voice within me says: "Get up and win the race!"
A proverb:
"Live your day so that you sleep well at night"
For all the hard work you all put into thisSpit On ! Pepper (KKFC)
I learned this, that if you advance confidently in the direction of your dreams, and endeavor to live the life which you have imagined, you will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. You will put some things behind, you will pass an invisible boundary, new, universal and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within you; or the old laws will be expanded, and interpreted in your favor in a more liberal sense, and you will live with the license of a higher order of beings."~Henry David Thoreau
What’s going down community!? I jus wanted to come thru and show my appreciation to Loud, SRC and Universal for holding such a great contest. I enjoyed every second of working with Franchise to help him accomplish his goals during this entire competition and I thank Franchise for asking me to do so. I think this was a great learning experience for everybody who was involved, from SRC to the competitors and fans. I was loosing my luv for the rap game on some real shit, until I started to watch and “pitch-in” throughout these last 11 episodes, it opened my eyes again and brought back the hunger I used to have. I seen some of these dudes do some really dope shit to some really lame shit, but the grind towards this goal has been amazing and I commend each emcee that really tried their hearts out and poured everything they had physically, mentally and emotionally all for a dream that most can never get as close to in a lifetime. So with that being said, I’m gone, So good luck to all 4 of you dudes tomorrow and I wish the best for everybody that has been involved with the competition the past 13 months.
