Who am I is the question I ask
It may seem simple but it’s quite the task
I often have impressions but they never last
All previous thoughts just upped and passed
You see I don’t know who I really am
If I’m real or just another sham
I might just be another shell of a man
Mixed in with the rest like grains of sand
I like attention, but I’m way too shy
I don’t talk a lot and I don’t know why
I’ve never been cute, never been fly
And I give off the impression that I’ve never cried
I’m not too tall, not that short
I spend most of my time on some kind of court
I’m rather unorganized with things out of sort
And by the way I act I’ve been classified as a dork
I’ve been real chunky, I’ve had the belly
I have an obsession with peanut butter and jelly
I love my music more than the Tele
And I don’t give a crap about what you’re selling
I’m straight outta Compton, but really OC
I’ve told people that, but they never believe me
So I guess where I’m from isn’t that important to history
I guess it makes sense, so where I’m from is left a mystery
I’m a bona fide gangster, it’s in my personality
Some say I have an altered view of reality
I throw people my raps, but then they throw them back at me
So instead of looking legit it’s more of a sad thing
I’m a true athlete, its what I do
From my swing of the bat to my follow-thru
I like to excel when I play, that much is true
But rare is the case where I’m ever able to
I’m real competitive, I play with fire
I like to think someday I’ll jump higher
I need a job, need to get hired
And I only speak the truth, I’m not a liar
I pretend like I’m confident but its really fake
I think everything I do is my next big mistake
Sometimes I just lie in wait for the next one I’ll make
Until I remember that’s not the route I want to take
I’m a true nerd, I love to learn
More information is for what I yearn
I wont tell people though for fear of getting burned
I’d rather keep it this way and not let the tables turn
I love to read, I can’t dance
I prefer to wear shorts rather than long pants
If there’s something I need to do, I never admit I cant
And I love my Steelers, I’m a true fan
I’m a lover not a fighter
But don’t try and light my fire
I’m not afraid to push things to the wire
And I’m a high flyer
I have a good heart, I try to always be nice
When I screw up you don’t have to tell me twice
Sometimes I get afraid to roll the dice
And I try to make decisions and try to live wise
I love God more than anything else
I talk to him more than I talk to myself
I’m a Christian, but not from the Bible Belt
I just try to live for him by being my own self
So I’m not sure what all this means
I don’t know what people really think
I don’t know what I’m supposed to be
All I know is I’m proud I’m me
