Do I scare or amaze you like grass that's growing wild ? and will you seek to control me, even though I'm not a child ? Is it my mind, my energy, or spirit running free... that makes you say to others lets control my destiny ? I was told to just be strong and always stay on track. For the world is an illusion, though their eyes see me as black. What a shame to have to live this way, where my skin becomes the mark... of if you'll guide me to the light or simply keep me in the dark. Three ministers and two imans, with a Rabbi on the side... are now struggling with themselves, informing me I need their God. But where i live are hoods and thugs, and perpetrators selling drugs... with rap that's kicking strong in sound, informing me to shake it down. But Stop !!....is this truely reality ? or has Africa been snatched out of you and of me ? You'll say I'm American, but if this were really true... why would America kill the very best of me and you ? We say there's no solution without this thing called revolution, but there has to be a better style... cause we could really free ourselves, and be free to be ourselves, if we teach our young and do it with a smile.