Look at me, a black young man with dreams
Doing my best , and though it seams,
My best is not enough, in the world I live today
I do all I can, while critcs pick at me like a buffet
The going got tough, I have to keep going
With know direction, and with no way of knowing
I'm no good, I'm a chicken they say
But they really want me in their foul play
I fight on because that's who God called me to be
How I'll turn out, come watch and see
All eyes on me
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