Glass ceiling

And it's another sun rise
All the earth son's rise
Fortune doesn't come once
Every new day is a new chance
So lets tie those shoe laces
And be ready to hit the fences
Go beyond our comfort zones
Take risk of bursting our cocoons
We be the new generation goons
Mission to over throw the dictator dons
No more being lab rats pawn
No one to be left behind as a clown
Lets strike this poverty down
Tell Mr Poverty its time to skip town
Show others third world is under new dawn
We have risen to the occasion
Toiling for our own redemption
Harvest to our own satisfaction