As I look in this mirror I look but cannot see 
If I am the person who’s looking back 
Am I truly the truth who brings the root of life’s history 
The black man 
the trendsetter even though we’ve been imitated 
no one can do it better 
No way, no how 
Not then, not now 
Not ever 
I’ve been brainwashed for so long, but 
I refuse to be washed away by the evils of a manipulating man’s storm.
They are the children of the future not the evil children of the corn. 
In school, I was misled, taught that my history started from slaves. 
And that everything that I was given 
The white man gave 
What a lie. 
I’ve been a supporter of the stereotype, but I strive to change that hype 
I’ve bared arms against my brothers and 
I’ve flooded the streets with tears from their heartbroken mothers. 
At times I am ashamed of my skin, not of the color on the outside, but 
of the evil that lies within. 
How am I not a role model to my next of kin, 
I must be strong and put an end to this ongoing trend 
Renewal of the mind brings change, 
All it takes is a little work from this brain. 
Black is so beautiful and we were created with no lack 
Love, knowledge, and determination is all we need 
To get back on track. 
I am made in the image of God 
So my existence surpasses infinity, 
I am the creation of the creator 
I am He and He is me 
That is my true identity.