The dream is to be rich and bold, great and strong
So our parents see a hero and professionals in us
Prophet and soothsayers might even see beyond
And friends and society do see otherwise
But above all that they see; you just find yourself in life’s net
Plenty folks have a different dream for us
Regardless of our potentials within
And on those foundation I term their counsel
They build some massive castles
Being born as a child; so young and free
We enjoyed everything freely at no fee
So the confidence of who we want to be when we grow
Was like a chorus we sing at a show
Everyone want to be a queen and rule like king
With several servants and wear diamond rings
Like Azar; we want to be number one
Painting the world with our favorite colors.
And walk majestically on golden parlors
But growing up as youth
Life actually told us the truth
Reality thought us that is not on a silver platter
Being yourself, Is like opening to a difficult chapter
The desire to be a doctor at six
Turns to a carpenter at twelve
Migrate to a musician at eighteen
And some point; we don’t even know who to be
Not forgetting, Our welfare is subject to the economy
With education holding the autonomy
And our environment influencing our decisions
Trampling on our vision and passion
Forcing us to chase the wrong dreams
And end up emptied to the brim
One thought of being like teacher Kwesi
And fly to America and Zambezi
Has shown a route
In reality, A doctor is working accounts in banks
And the unqualified are being giving high ranks
Hunger and greed has called several men to the pulpit
Looting and pushing the innocent and ignorant into a messed pit
Filling people’s mind with winding ecstasy
Through their ambiguous and false prophecies
Do I even know who I want to be?
It’s like a heavy burden loaded on me
I wish I could be a footballer or writer
But for a traders son I have to learn to be a manager
Climbing the ladder upstairs to success
In this diaspora is filled with immense stress
So now I don’t think of who I want to be
For even those we look up to or envy
Are like wolf’s in a sheep skin
Who really burn deep from within
So if you ask me, who I want to be like?
I will simply say,
“I want to be me”
For the person you ought to be
Is yourself and no no one else.
