I am?

How dare YOU ask ME who I am?

You think you got me figured out?

Just because I cry like a water spout?

Though Im black as the night,

You think Im a gangster anxious to fight?

I fight for my purpose, NOT for my color

We arent helping ourselves killing one another

Am I supposed to conform to the politically correct?

Just so I can be accepted by the nation that claims it strives for MORE PERFECT?

But as J cole said, the nation is a crooked smile.

One That i haven't seen smile in a while

But the world isn't what defines me

See, what defines who I am are my vices and virtues

My mom says go to sleep, though my mind has no curfews

Knowing I can rhyme the day away

I write in class but have a 3.6 gpa

I am who I say I am

Or am I? 

Who am I?

Am I the alias that I hide behind?

Knowing who types the words but to the world they see blind?

Cause all they see a teenager that probaly cuts his wrists 

Or an awkward young man who's tempers never turn to fists

All he runs to is the pen paper

And prays to God, but God don't answer till later

So it's hard for him to strengthen his faith and he turns tears

Then he writes some more, knowing that failure is what he fears?

I am who I say I am.

But I strive to believe that I will become WE

Cause WE can change the world

Not I

Cause I am alone

I'm a Lunatic.

Thats' who I am.