It is all good to be misunderstood
Sometimes feeling like a nobody,
Growing up in the hood
Nobody thought I'd go this far,
To will myself to reach for the stars
Used to tell myself I was too smart
To allow my goals to fall apart
No one held my hands
To help me become a man
I had to be my own fan,
I had to take my own stand,
If I could, I'd live on my own land
I understand that I have one focus,
That's to make Jesus my only purpose
It's cool, when it's all said and done,
I'll hear my God say welcome home,
You've done well, good work my son.
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