Incongruity

My own man, following no one, no shadow, dont know if that's good or bad or I am I just being shallow, I f i fail, If I succeed, atleast I lived how I believed, one mans creation, self-made by the hands of God, no imitation, original, unique, both in relation, we seek, who cares what I am in the eyes of  others, no one knows except me and the Lord what lies I discovered, hating me because my skin or I speak  a certain way as long as it's english and they understand what's said when I say, as long as this pen conveys a message in play, as long as ny actions spaek louder everyday, why should it matter that I came from  the ghetto of Chicago the slum, you should be in awe and marvel that I am not like the many but the one, I am going to pass what you expect to see, and everyday I an defying my life expectancy, everyday I wake it's hard because they hold a grudge, and every hour another is given a harsh sentence by a judge, seems like it dont matter what we do, our actions and deeds are not good enough or suitable for you,