I am hip-hop,
I am the poet,
I am the artist,
Who am I,
I am the pen to the paper,
I am the dream of my young people,
Cause I am the future.
I am my own generation,
I am the roots of Africa,
To the beat of the dreams,
To the tears of the slaves,
I am sometime heard, mostly seen, but always misunderstood,
Cause nobody took time to know the person that lives inside,
So you'll think I'm different,
But I just think I'm unique,
Is it because I smile all the time,
Well that's just to keep the pain inside,
My feelings are a secret that was never told,
Cause I grew up to church every Sunday, macaroni always cooking, and the sound of Cassidy's voice always buzzing in my ear,
Who am I, you ask,
I am love at first sight,
I am the last child of , a single parent,
I am a fatherless child,
Holding on to the memories, and just not able to let go,
Finding it hard to realize, that the man I once knew is no longer in my life,
Feeling like I am a mistake,
Cause life isn't suppose to be this harsh,
Who am I?
If I was a color, I would be black, and proud,
Free at last, as the great Martin Luther King once said.
If I was an animal I would be a tiger, strong an full of pride,
A leader not a follower,
If I was a shape I would be a heart, loving and caring
Longing for more people to come in
Just to lock them in,
Cause I refuse to let another soul disappear in my life,
And my heart cries for you to come back every night,
I am from dreams that never came true,
I am your umbrella on a rainy day,
I'll shelter you from pain, tell your problems go away,
I am a revolution,
I am history in the making,
Cause every tear has its own story,
Every cut carries its own tale,
Every child has its own purpose,
Who am I? you ask,
I am your deepest fear,
Your most sacred secret,
Your bitter lies,
I am the opposite of you,
Cause I'm everything you are not,
I am from reggae to hip-hop to alternative rock,
I am the last step, to your last breath,
So think wise,
Who am I ? you ask?
I am the product of life.
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