Vision (Edition 1) When you look at me, please tell me what you see Do you see nothing more than a Nigga on the streets A bastard with no father cause he left when I was 3 A black kid with wrong role models because I watch BET You think I follow rappers, putting gold in my teeth Putting “Nike’s” on my feet, selling weed on the street Saying “Yo” when I speak, no no no don’t stereotype me! Don’t look right at me and say that’s all that you see I’m begging you please I need you to believe I need you to see See that my past, present, and future aren’t influenced by T.V. That I wont be found dead lying cold on the street. Tell me why do you adults find it so hard to believe? That I could be the next Cochrine, Jesse Jackson, or Rev Luther king So please everybody the truths a simple thing with good on my side I can be anything The Black Star © 2004 Andre brown
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