Failure was never an option
Didn’t know it even existed
Princeton engineer, MIT MBA
To all my doubters I persisted

No banking, no consulting,
I grew a set and shunned the lemmings
Took an idea on napkin, raised $5 million
And was set for retirement beginnings

Then 9/11, two thousand and eight
Some corporate cowards dropped a bomb
A patent infringement lawsuit
While raising our Series A round

Stand down! Man down!
Who? - What? - How?
Get crammed down! Rammed down!
What the fuck am I gonna do now?

No money, sunk equity,
Hundreds of thousands personally guaranteed
The debt, the ego, the shame
Would bring any man to his knees

Just when I thought I could bear it
And give the albatross a rest
A routine doctor visit
Shows cancer in my mom’s breast

Six years of blood, sweat, and tears
Destroyed overnight
Two years of hidden depression
Too paralyzed to stand and fight

But my father didn’t raise no punk
Retribution is what I avow
I’m back on grind bitches
What the fuck are YOU gonna do now?