Who am I really?

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Now I realize that I'm a stranger in a strange land, I've never had the choice to live in my predestined land. The wickedness of this strange land has corrupted me and really all of us, it has broken our trust and has influenced our thoughts.. Stirs up my spirit, I promise that I can feel it, even though I try my best to be good, some strange thoughts often times revisit. I judge people by their hearts, but sometimes the flesh get in the way, little evil man on my shoulder and tells me it won't hurt to be bad today. I'm far from a Saint, but I'm even farther away from the devil.. Ain't no such thing as do as thou wilt, that's the reason why this place is a mess now because of people doing what they feel, is right according to their life and standards and not me or anyone else. Taught to chase false realities and aim to become CEO's of booming businesses that my people who suffered a lot to make realities. Living in a society where people say that my kind that bears brown skin ain't sh*t, but if these brown skin people would wake up out of their slumber and stop participating and quit, I promise you the economy will go to sh*t. We have so much power but we place it only in material things instead of placing it where it belongs and that's inside of our brains, chasing wedding rings and new last names, I don't know why it's good thing to continue to take on European names, from which our beloved names came. Who are we really?! Superior or inferior and if we're Superior why do we act so inferior.. More listening and less talking because even barking dogs talk about nothing and living in this strange place where rats leads the discussions and the brown skin folks that's lost never question nothing... King Qadar Dwon'