From the beginning I was told I should not be alive
So from that point I did my best to bloody survive
And although I look just like a usual man
Its taken more to do the best that of what I can
Not like others, my own race did not start when they fired the gun
I had my own battles, yeah o.k. I had won,
but from that day forward I have felt right out pegged
like athletes that seem to have me! and I am out legged
and times disappearing, where did it go
I know my ends nearing but I don't want to know
and when I'm broken down and beat up and left in despair
I just want to know my father, will you be there