You don't know what's at stake
You know nothing you're a kid nothing more
Think of it this way young child
Where do you work, what do you make

These words were said to me while
I was at a friends house talking to him
About my personal political views
Specifically, I talked about what I found vile

At first I tried to bite my
Tongue for it was wise
To keep my mouth shut
Less I end up brushing her left eye

be honest, what do you make little guy
And I wish she hadn't said that
Asked me to be honest because
When you ask to be roasted I must comply

You want to know what I make
I as a child make adults do better
Because work harder than them
In this way I raise the stakes

I make inspiration In stories in song
In pictures in buildings, in poetry
In my words and in my works
And most of all, in the friends who tag along

I as a child make memories
Make my situation bend to me
Shape my dreams into my reality
And turn my scars into testimonies

like little david, I make giants fall
With love and light, I make darkness flee
Like alexander the great, I win my wars
And in the end,mi don't hurt at all

Through sickness I survive
In the eye of the storm, I fly
In every fatal fall, I rise
And through it all, I live

I may not make that much money
I may not necessarily have a job
I may not need to pay bills
I may not even pay uncle sam yearly

But in the little that I do
As a child becoming a man
I change the world by being a better me
So enough about me, how about you