In the land of the weak, where men bend low,
You’re just a puppet, with no place to go.
Your dreams are crushed like an old tin can,
In the eyes of the world, you’re just a bland man.
You want to rise, but the world says “No!”
So you sit in the corner, letting life go slow.
Your muscles flabby, your voice weak and small,
A man without power? You’re barely a man at all!
You try to shout, but your voice cracks thin,
No one listens, no one lets you in.
You ask for help, but they laugh at your plea,
The world eats you up like a cheap cup of tea.
At the bar, you order, but the drinks go dry,
No one’s impressed, they just roll their eyes.
Your charisma’s lacking, your charm’s on mute,
You’re stuck in the shadows, a nobody’s suit.
Your boss looks at you like you’re barely a dog,
You try to speak up, but they turn into a log.
You work all day, but you get no praise,
And then you ask yourself, “What are my ways?”
The women pass by, they don’t even glance,
Like you’re invisible, stuck in a trance.
You try to flirt, but the words come out wrong,
Like a frog trying to sing a love song.
You eat your meals in silence and dread,
Wondering how you got stuck in this bed.
Your mind is foggy, your will is weak,
It’s like your soul has hit a dead peak.
Your friends don’t call, they don’t know your name,
You’re just a placeholder in this cruel game.
Powerless men don’t get the throne,
They just sit in the dirt, feeling all alone.
But here’s the twist, the final say—
You don’t have to stay stuck in this gray.
Get up, stand tall, and break the chain,
There’s power waiting, don’t feel the pain.
Now, the truth you crave is out there, my friend,
In Doctor Kimbo’s Tribe, your strength will transcend.
Forget what the school taught, they’re clueless, you see—
For forbidden secrets and strategies, come, be free.
Unconventional wisdom, the real deal to thrive,
Only in Kimbo’s Tribe can you truly come alive.
So stop being weak, start making your mark,
Join the Tribe, and ignite that spark!
