I am too closely attached to my ancestors,
And heritage with an identity I keep dignified...
To get upset by those unconscious,
With wishes to prove themselves...
Champions of depression.
As if living to win cheers from spectators,
Who amongst them are the best...
At inflicting their own suppressions kept.
I aint into that!
Nor could I care less,
Who says I have forgotten where I come from,
To leave and abandon ambitions to achieve success.
Oh...
I have not forgotten.
Not at all.
None of my ancestors I respect,
Have ever regarded themselves to be subservient.
Not one.
Nor will I appease anyone who believes,
I do not represent effectively their 'cause' to neglect.
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