Why do i complain? What can i solve?
Just a girl standing at five one, I couldn't stand tall if my God had blessed me so.
A loser from a small town,
in one small school
in one small district
in a state told that they do nothing but breed stupid
What can i do?
I am one of three hundred and thirty seven
one in an entire congregation
one of three children
one in a house of seven
But i need, no, I have a large voice.
I call attention to me when i wish to be in the spotlight
I am not a number,
a head in a picture,
I am a child of God who was born in these United States of America
Flights listen to my command, crowds gather to hear students like me speak
I am a VP, a commander, a daughter, an American!
So give me what you wish, choose what to give me
But dead or alive i will speak with my many voices
I command with my voice, confess with a flurry of my pen, and call attention with the tap of keys
I have been given a voice, and their ain't nothing wrong with it.
So i call to my brothers and sisters, let me hear youre voice