The Dream , Not the Image

I am not the sum of my shin , spirit of an image that claims it reveals who I am . In the fame to maintain let known the rage that stains a noble races character . I know where I come from , reach far beyond the image that sets limits on men's nature and abilities as though it is applied to all . Holding my race hostage as though we are one in mind , spirit , thoughts linked in dreams connected as though we are mindless . Thinking by this image we are set in stone , and limited in our pursuit by a limitation that is perceived by those who take a higher moral look above an entire race . Though my generation stumbles back in the dark ages foolishly by its own pursuit towards self destruction , yet seduce by its own gratification leading to senseless actions . That give an idea that all believe in living fast in a lane that's filled with death , destruction , dead-end dreams that turn to grime . But there are some who sum up the dream that the king dreamed in his day where your race gave nay to the doors opening up . He looked up into the heavens in saw a dream that over shadowed ignorance , hate that battled his rights with love from god . He knew from god a man's character isn't dictated by his race . He knew a man's beginnings are not his short comings , but the foundation from which greatness is built upon . He knew that if equality was voided to those of a different race due to perception of an image . So when he fought for rights he showed a virtuous grace in the grace of amaze in grace . They said nay , but we said yay , god said claim your faith for the battle was won in me . So some may forget the spirit of their fathers , yet if a few shine with the grace of their fathers a race can achieve the dream , so brake the image that's fake . Now that's who I am !