Me Against the World
Sweat runs down my neck as my hands begin to tremble
In a world that doesn't appeal to me
Who am I? Who am I meant to be?
They said I could never be anything, that I could never be successful
Who am I? Who am I meant to be?
My heart begins to skip a beat as fury rages in my dark brown eyes
Images of my dark and lovely ancestors float throughout my mind
Who am I? Who am I meant to be?
My knees began to give out as I fall to the ground
I can't lose this battle, I can't lose this fight
It's me against the world
I see the pain and suffering that my people face
It's me against the world
Slowly fading away as I try to prove my own worth
It's me against the world
I will not let my ancestors' deaths remain in vain
The world does not see my abilities but the darkened color of my skin
but I can't give up, I am not a quitter, and I will win
In a world that doesn't appeal to me
Who am I? Who am I meant to be?
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