Guinness...reach for GREATNESS!!!!

Grab a Guinness,take a shot.

I just want to know if it'll get me what i want....

If its a perfect drink...

Then am hoping it takes me to the highest place i can be....

All i want is to own the world,

All i want is to tell the world...

All i want is to reach for Greatness.....

But this is no Guinness ad,

All i want is to make my point heard,

We all reach for something,sometimes its never everything.

If i told you that you could have it all,and in return give nothing,

Would you think that am just mixing my words??

Yet honestly,am just spreading The word,

If what am saying hasn't hit you yet...

Think twice,nah..make it thrice...now do you get it???

If it hasn't keep reading this,

You were made for greatness,GREAT things,

A masterpiece than can never be mistaken with any fake paintings,

His signature is all over you,

We just don't try to look hard enough and always get the same view.

Look harder,maybe you'll see the difference,

Look harder,then i can rest my case.

But if you still don't get it,

Just remember,You are and always will be Great,

Never ever ever forget.

He who made the sky,He who made you,

Reach for Him!

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