One day I must be successful

"One Day I Must Be Successful"

Yeah...

They laughed. They doubted.

They said "wait your turn."

But I heard a voice inside me saying...

"One day... one day you must be successful."

So let me tell you my story.

I woke up in a room with cracks in the ceiling

Counted the coins in my pocket, but they weren’t enough for a meal

Mama said "son, keep your head up, the rain don’t last forever"

Daddy worked two jobs just to make sure we had bread

I walked to school with shoes that had holes in the bottom

Books second-hand, but my dreams were brand new and spotless

Teacher said "aim high" while the world said "be realistic"

But how can I be realistic when my vision is prophetic?

I’ve seen nights where the lights got cut off

Seen pride get swallowed just to ask for a little help

Seen friends get lost to streets, to bottles, to silence

Seen promises break like glass on the sidewalk

But every scar on my back became a map for my future

Every "no" I heard became fuel for the mover

Every door that slammed taught me to build my own entry

Every time I fell down, I learned how to get up empty

And I’m tired... tired of almost

Tired of "maybe next time"

Tired of watching other people live the life that’s mine

So I’m writing it down, speaking it out, claiming my time

One day I must be successful

No matter how long the night gets, I’ll see the morning

One day I must be successful

Every tear I cry now is watering the garden I’m growing

One day I must be successful

I can feel it in my bones, in my blood, in my story

They can keep their doubts, I’m walking in my glory

One day I must be successful

And when I get there, I won’t forget where I started

I applied for 40 jobs, got 39 rejections

That 40th one said "we’ll call you" — still waiting on the message

Started a hustle on the side with $20 and a prayer

Sold what I could, learned what I didn’t, stayed up repairing my name

Watched people with less talent get more chances

Watched people with more money buy more answers

But I got something they can’t buy at the store:

Conviction. Vision. And a reason to want more.

I remember the day my account hit zero

And I still tipped the bus driver because "what if that’s me tomorrow?"

I remember eating noodles 6 nights straight

And still sharing half with my brother because "we eat together or we wait"

I remember writing goals on the back of old receipts

Saying them out loud so the universe could hear me

"Own a home. Help my mom retire. Build a school. Hire my people.

Be the answer to the prayer that my grandma keeps repeating."

And I’m done... done with settling

Done with small thinking

If God gave me this fire, then He expects me to be winning

So I’m grinding in silence, letting the results do the talking

One day I must be successful

No matter how long the night gets, I’ll see the morning

One day I must be successful

Every door that’s closed is just redirecting me forward

One day I must be success