They say we should not judge a book by it cover
But if the tittle is Souleiman Hamzah
Then I think I ever glance through
Hey man, if you can hear me out
Your yester years wasn't bad
People say it was good
But to me it was better
And I know you will do best today
As you have just been given a brand new book to continue your story
Hey man, if the pubic hair you grow today resulted from the competition between day and night to rule us,then u should be a good competitor
For you were born to rule
Even were I was a tail, you were the head
Hey man, it is not what you are chasing that I wish for you
But on what your name is written, I pray will come your way.
You can be perceived in so many lights,
In others eyes all your wrongs are rights,
I’ve been seen vulnerable, strong, a tramp, even unstable,
Realise that’s not me just your perception on a label,
Remember the old saying don’t judge a book by it cover,
As in my life I’m also someone’s son, brother and lover.
Its time we all looked at ourselves not others just take a look,
Or are you afraid that about yourself you may have been mistook,
In life we are judged by our outside never the inside,
If we really looked we’d see the outside has often lied.
The inside is what makes us the who we are,
So realise sometimes our judgements can go to far.
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