Capacity for PainFounders

“Excellence is the capacity to take pain” “This actually comes from the founder of Four Seasons He’s laying up laying up late at night And he’s just in there wide awake, hands behind his head Looking up at the ceiling, can’t sleep, depressed Agonizing over this relentless pursuit” [Verse 1] No safety net, just a hard truth spoken, a promise broken Fifteen years old, sun on my neck, just hopin’ For a hundred-dollar check from the Florida sun’s furnace Had to find a higher purpose, every shift I had to earn it Then the U-C-F nights, the books and the caffeine blur Saw the life I was supposed to live and knew it can't occur Fanatical desire, terrified of bein' a loser Every closed door just another user, another abuser Of the dream I had inside of me, the fire that wouldn't die for me So I pushed through the exhaustion, my own pride my rivalry This ain't a sob story, this is raw ore gettin’ pressure-tested Turnin' pages in a dark room, seein' my own life manifested… In the ink of these giants, a silent alliance, a pure defiance. [Hook] Another night, another fire Gotta push a little higher Whisper in my ear, a quiet refrain... Excellence is the capacity for pain [Verse 2] Same phantom haunts the hallways of the Four Seasons Isadore in the dark, searchin' for logical reasons Arms behind his head, starin' at a cracked ceiling Knowin' that the market turn could strip his life of all its meaning That's the private pain, the mental strain, the war you fight in silence Now switch the frame to Dyson, the beautiful science of violence Against your own self-doubt, the path that you route, the prototypes 5,000 times you see the flash of failed sodium lights Covered in soot, cryin' to his wife, another failed invention A decade-plus of debt is testin' his best intention He's scrapin' up the pennies for his kids' school tuition But the mission's an addiction, a beautiful affliction… That's the price of admission, the cost of a true vision. [Hook] Another night, another fire Gotta push a little higher Whisper in my ear, a quiet refrain... Excellence is the capacity for pain [Verse 3] See, it ain't about the torture, it's about the transformation The muscle that you build inside from pure determination Every podcast I record, every damn annotation Is a rep against the weakness that's plagued my generation This is the payment due for a different bloodline The promise to my kids they'll see a different sunrise So I embrace the grind, the beautiful corrosion ‘Til the excellence I'm chasin' feels like it was pre-chosen [Hook] Another night, another fire Gotta push a little higher Whisper in my ear, a quiet refrain... Excellence is the capacity for pain Excellence is the capacity for pain Excellence is the capacity for pain