Am I the only one
To get affected
When you call me names
And it\'s reflected
By everyone else
And more?
Am I the only one
To get sore
When your heartbeat\'s steady
And mine\'s ashore
When it needs the sea?
Could we let it be?
Am I the only one
To get deflected
When everyone else
Is accepted
Even the niggas back home?
Should I be writing this poem?
Am I the only one
To have disbelieved
-when they\'ve got much up their sleeves-
In their Lord
Whom they look up to?
Cuz He can\'t be good
If this is what they do?
Is this my cue?
Am I the only one
To stand again
When I\'m pushed down
And it\'s began
When they frown,
I smile,
And I\'m pushed below
On the tiles
Of my own home?
It\'s vile
And isn\'t this my cue
To pick up my pieces and stand again
When they frown and I smile?
And it\'s began.
As I sang,
It\'s began.