I am one of many,
Yet still peculiar
Born and raised in the city of brotherly love,
Yet still trying to find my safe haven.
I am from the streets where children run wild and free by day
In those same streets you'll find rapists, killers, and drug dealers
Oh God I pray!
Pray for the ones like me
Just waiting to be set free
Free from crime and lack of education
We're just waiting for our salvation.
Born and raised in the city called brotherly love
Where it's even dark in the day time
Where the streets are filled with so much crime!
Never wanted to be part of the statistics
Young, Black, and in jail
My life, my family, I could not fail!
I am one of many,
Yet still peculiar
I choose not to walk down the path the streets have given me
Yet, I beat to the sound of my own drum, I strum alone on my own strings, I play on my own set of keys
Oh God, I just want to be free.
I pray for the people like me
Trying to escape all the misery
Trying to escape the curse of their ancestors
Lucky me,
I've been set free
Now I can reach me destiny.
I am from a place where brotherly love does not exist
Only a mere wish!
I am from a place where the streets are dark
And there's no one you can trust
I am from a place where knowledge isn't valued,
But from a family where education is a must.
Must I go on; I think you see the point.
From this dark place I call home
There are a few who are shining bright
And I am not all alone
I am one of many
Living in a dark place
Yet still peculiar
There is a certain glow upon my face
