Post by Lava on Nov 19, 2014 22:11:42 GMT
AN IMMIGRANT SONG
VIA: Posted to Lava's Wordpress blog.
All around MetroPro, people are talking.
They're talking trash and singing their own praises.
They're giving themselves snazzy new nicknames.
But the smartest man in MetroPRO has nothing at all to say.
Me? Sure I'm talking.
Not as much as some, yet not as little as others.
Much more than my opponent, who's clearly been dumfounded these recent days.
The smartest man in MetroPRO has nothing clever to say.
Nothing witty. Nothing poignant.
A lot of people here in MetroPro, and in America in general,
Seem to want to make a lot out of what they deem my antisocial behavior.
Thing is, I don't really see myself as antisocial at all.
There is a time, a place for everything.
Right now is a time for work.
And that is exactly what I'm doing.
Signing for 3 companies has proven to be financially beneficial,
And has allowed me to buy nice condo on the Upper East Side.
So now, having only been in New York City for a few days, it's home.
And I've enjoyed exploring the city at night,
After a long day training in the gym.
I went down to Lower Manhattan, to One World Trade Center.
The new building is gorgeous, and the memorial there quite somber.
I was but 10 on that tragic day, but I've seen those images so many times since.
It is insane to me to now be here, in that place.
My whole life, I've heard tell of The American Dream.
The idea that anyone from anywhere could come to this place, this country,
And with hard work and determination they could have anything that they wanted.
I haven't been here for very long,
But I've come to realize that for many Americans, that dream is gone.
It's not something they believe in anymore,
It's not something that they raise their kids to believe either.
But for those of us who were on the outside looking in, it never faded.
It was never some sort of faded ideal for me,
Some place that existed a long, long time ago.
For me it's always been real, for me it's always been MY dream.
Now I'm here, fighting not just for my specific, personal dream,
But for THAT dream. That American Dream.
But on the streets on New York, I don't find believers, I find doubters.
Not in me, but in the believability of The American Dream itself.
Where did it go, America?
Did the attacks take it from you, or did it happen before that?
Why send your sons and daughters off to fight in foreign lands,
Send them to fight to bring freedom and liberty to others,
If you no longer believe in the fruits of freedom and liberty yourselves?
I've only been in New York City for a few days, but now it's home.
Maybe, on some fronts, it isn't the magical land that I'd dreamed of,
But then again, maybe it is.
Maybe the magic can only be seen through new eyes.
Maybe it's always been that way, ever since the days of Ellis Island,
When Lady Liberty greeted all of Europe's sons and daughters by the boatload.
This city is majestic.
And in it's streets, in it's back alleys, in it's subways,
The American Dream lives on.
It may not be as bright and dynamic as it once was,
But I can feel it.
It's there, engrained in the heartbeat of The City That Never Sleeps.
24 and alone, in the greatest city on Earth.
I don't know anyone and I've got nothing but a long, hard road ahead.
I can see my dream, but there isn't going to be anything easy about getting to it.
All this is true, yet I have the biggest smile on my face and in my heart.
Because I'm here living it, doing it.
Weston Alexander, where ever you are,
I know that you're taking me lightly.
I know that you think you already have this match in the bag.
This dreamer is here to tell you that you don't.
Earlier this week I told the world that the thing that sets me apart,
Is the fact that I'll never let anyone work harder than I do.
It's the truth.
I will make any sacrifice that is required so that I know,
That I'm the best Lava I can be every time I step through those ropes.
But it's more than talent,
More than hard work,
More than determination.
My life is changed.
I'm here, living the life I've dreamed of for years.
Every breath of New York air is fuel, inspiration.
I feel it in my blood now, that American Dream.
It's changed me, I can feel it.
I will not be defeated, Weston.
