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At first I ask myself, "Can life be this good" The day I become a man, I take on more responsibilities And the bruises it can leave. I am independent, given a purpose To spread god's words. I am going to graduate, but I can't find a reason why? The devil's hand is selling my heart for my soul And selling my soul for my mind. My voice is what keeps me in the light. God is my provider and I obey his every command. But I question my religion, I question myself. What pleases my family, but more important What pleases me? A song that goes on and on with no end, About who I am and who I was meant to be. People question my direction, I say the right one People ask my color, I say my own skin People say that I'm not like them because they don't speak ghetto I don't speak ghetto either, I speak English. The sin that is taking over is hiding from the light, But why I do I feel I need to hide too? Nobody can tell me where I'm going, You don't see a big arrow on my head. Listen to the beat of my heart The sound of my voice. It's simple to know that I am God's witness Who I am not to say that I'm beautiful Or great beyond measures. I am who I am; none is going to change me. AN INDIVIDUAL