In your eyes, In your eyes.
Listen to this with your ears, yes hear me.
In your eyes,
I may not be a five-five with brown eyes boy or girl.
But in mine own heart,
I am much more than that; listen.
I am Black and comely,
Black and talented,
Simply call me black and gifted.
My heart is Caramel
My spirit is a gagamel
Find out what I mean!
Yes in your eyes, what do you see?
I will tell you, listen!
I am a child born in the darkess of poverty,
Yes this is true....
And so you IN your heart you think I am,
Someone deemed to die in languish
And a being forever to be an educationally-malnourished
An eternally nutritionally-improverished.
Yes in your eyes.....!
You think I don't see what I am?
See my eyes are clear
And,
I Am very conscious of what is happening arround me,
I need none to enlighten me or to remind me of who iam by constantly calling me poor boy poor girl.
Yes I can see all that darkness hovering over my spirit and well being, it's temporal
Beyond all this, I know that my future is bright
Because within me, i have all it takes to make everything aright.
See my eyes in the dark, you will see a reflection of greatness, an epicenter of success am simply the future's brightest star, see my eyes.
I don't need your sympathy,
See am developing a poverty apathy,
And this awakens the giant in me
I will follow the light that I see
The storm is coming to pass, it will be over.
M