If I spent less time on Facebook and more time in Your Face/

I’d be warrior enough to keep that enemy in his place/

What if the real estate in my mind ran out of space/

Because your word owned every corner, doubt is erased/

Perhaps, I’ll stop running after futility, running in one place/

Then my destiny would be attainable, now that’s a chase/

If I gave myself to your work, idleness there’s not a trace/

But first I’d have to get up and look fear in the face/

-Lady Jay