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Look, the clocks ticking, I’m stop-watching, the plots thickening,

I’m block-walking, my socks itching, the box gripping.

Whether I’m pitching a Kirby vacuum or filters for water,

I’m a lamb to the slaughter turned wolf, I’m a monster,

I conquer the door-step, prospects get nervous,

I process the hardships and surface with purpose.

They told me "No," I told 'em "Wait," let me re-educate,

I meditate on closing rates until my mental state is great.

I’m a clincher, a snapper, a sales-pitching rapper,

I capture the ledger and master the chapter.

The grind is a vortex, I’m studying the forex,

Of human psychology, honestly—check the index.

I follow-up like a detective, my perspective is objective,

If the signature isn't effective, then the hustle is defective.

I close 'em on the spot, no hesitation, no pau-sing,

I’m bossing the market while you’re exhausted and drowsing! I don’t leave ‘til it’s signed, I don’t sleep ‘til it’s done,

I’m the shadow on your porch, I’m the bullet in the gun!

You can slam the door shut, you can tell me "not today,"

But I’m a closer—I’m the one who never walks away!

Yeah, I’m hungry for the lead, I’m addicted to the chase,

Put the contract on the table, throw the ink in your face! Listen—I’m surgical, vertical, climbing the hierarchy,

My repertoire is reservoir deep, they can’t stop me.

I’m studying the subtle cues, the body language, the hesitation,

I leverage the leverage to elevate the situation.

You’re fumbling the follow-up? That’s an amateur move,

I’m a scavenger, a manager, I’ve got nothing to prove.

I’m clocking the objections like a boxer in the ring,

"It’s too expensive"—wait, let me show you what it’ll bring!

I dissect the finances, I redirect the glances,

I reconnect the prospect to their neglected finances.

The Kirby or the filter, yeah, the product might shift,

But the hustle is the constant, it’s a curse and a gift.

I’m grinding through the failure ‘til the failure turns to fluid,

I knew it, I did it, I sold it, I blew it—

Wide open! The commission check is hitting the account,

While you’re sitting on the sidelines just counting the amount! Yeah...

See, it’s funny to me.

You guys see the suit, you see the car, you see the commission...

But you didn’t see the 500 "No’s" I took to get that one "Yes."

You weren’t there at 10 PM on a Tuesday,

Staring at a lead sheet until your eyes bled.

Yeah...

See, it’s funny to me.

You guys see the suit, you see the car, you see the commission...

But you didn’t see the 500 "No’s" I took to get that one "Yes."

You weren’t there at 10 PM on a Tuesday,

Staring at a lead sheet until your eyes bled.

So keSo keep your excuses, keep your "maybe next times,"

I’m busy turning salt mines into gold mines!

I don’t just sell a product, I sell the vision,

I don’t make a living, I make a decision—

To be the best to ever do it, the closer in the room,

While you’re swept away like dust under the Kirby broom!