Weak? Who Me? Are you seriously putting me in the same category?
I'm just trying to share my story and now everything isn't so glory
Before me, People dreamed dreams and tried to get people to believe
When in reality people weren't free from the hands of greed
I'm full of pride and I strive to be the best I can be
Strength in me never leaves or fails me
Don't ever try to tell me that I'm below your foot
Don't push me from my spot because I will stay put
Don't throw your shame at me to knock me off my game
Don't hate on my fame cause I'm the not the one to blame
For your hatred shows ugliness so get it away from me
See for yourself that your hate is what feeds me
I'm always full of life and what's left of my story
So who's weak? Not me. Don't ever put me in that category.
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