all though we’re all born different, 

in many ways were all the same 

don’t judge me by the color of my skin. 

or how they spell my name, 

some men are born to follow, 

some men are born to lead, 

it doesn’t mean I’m worthless, 

cause I’ve not learned to read .

it may seem hard it imagine, 

that you could look like me, 

put two colors into one pot 

and you’d be just like me. 

interaction and variation, 

makes time for us to change 

I know that your born a wealthy man 

with a title to your name

the papers heralded your arrival, 

to the lime lite your mother she came, 

while I was born a secret by a girl 

who bore her shame 

we both were born in different beds 

a silver spoon lay by your side, 

while i was born in a hot tin shed , 

with neither windows or doors.

all thought were all born different, 

in many ways were all the same. 

it doesn’t mean I’m a lesser man. 

cause i cant spell my name 

its true that i look different, 

but you look strange to me. 

but it doesn’t mean, we must fight 

or cant live in harmony...
it doesn’t mean we must fight or cant live in harmony