Misunderstood (Not Finished)

Today I was told that I speak with the speech of barbaric adolescence

And asked why I don’t speak properly because my voice doesn’t match my intelligence.

I was told it could be the fault of my historically black university.

But, I stand to prove that no it’s just me.

See my speech doesn’t define my knowledge nor my success.

But it will forever describe a life I will never forget.

To start at the bottom bases of societies predestined institutions,

Working my way to configuring my own solutions.

Surrounding myself with nothing but successful feats

Yet, the only thing you can point out is my speech.

Ghetto, black, country, hood

Apparently you have me quite misunderstood.