Who am i supposed to be? What exactly do you want to see? A prototype of your thoughts? No my brotha,no way my sista... Will i let you equate me with your stagnant thoughts, in those ignat minds Like a black butterfly i'm here to fly.. Fly wherever the course of the wind drifts me Like a black rose i stand out,i abandon my thorns Yet without the fortification i still survive... I'm on my journey to my higher-self And as back-breaking as this voyage has been, i can't hide behind your face and believe i'm playing my role So when you hear my voice Don't think it's deja-vu It's just me speaking my mind again If i do step on your toes Don't take me for a foe Yes,i'm still playing my role If i flip the script on you.... Don't scream "sacreligious!!" Like every script mine also has "THE END" Yes,in bold...you don't have to remind me about my boundaries I choose to be as ice-bound as i want to be For the "chill" is in my spine and not yours I stand tall and look beyond the signatures of shaddows on the walls My vision betraying the status-quo I see the bricks and not the wall I see the trees and not the forest So don't give me your magnifying glass coz i have my own eyes So if you ever feel i need your validation....know this..... VALIDATION IS A FREEBIE I GIVE MYSELF!