i am a man
I am a man, a strong black man
Living on the rough streets of Chicago, I could've ran
I've been face with many odds
Between the gangs and the jobs
I kept faith because I knew I can
I'm very confident and funny
My aura is bright and sunny
I'm the nicest person you'll ever meet
My life has never missed a beat
I work hard so in the end I can boast about having the money
My future is bright and bold
I'll go from having silver and copper to owning gold
I'll have the job of my dreams
I started from the bottom and I was able to redeem
Then I can tell my story to kids when I'm old
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