WAIT TILL THEN

They think I wouldn't grow
Because I'm above twenty-one
And speak with a tone so low
Wait till then, in a few years
Surely less than ten
Just about when I'll get bigger

Like the moon
My future will be so bright
And soon my enemies will go blind
Wait till then
I know they hate but I speak with faith
There will be so many eyes on me
But so much envy from my enemies
Will make their tears accumulate
Because I'll be bigger than they'll accommodate

Some will hear but every one will see
Just what I'll grow up to be
Wait till then
My enemies cry when I prophesy
So I guess they'll grieve when I achieve
I'll be like someone they've never seen
Wait till then and you'll know what I mean