"I met my maker / I made him cry / And on my shoulder / He asked me why / His people won't fly / Through the storm / I said listen up man, they don't even know you're born All my people / Right here, right now / D'you know what I mean? Coming in a mess / Going out in style / I ain't good looking / But I'm someone's child No one can give me the air that's mine to breathe""