I've Got to be Me

I suffer too much for just being me,

I have an infatuation with being real

So, that is why I pay such an awful fee.

Being frank and honest may never

promote me ahead,

But I possess great peace of mind when

resting upon my bed.



I dislike throwing rocks and hiding in my

hands

Or faking a smile to meet the approval

of man.

Phony folks are so numerous and real

people are so rare

And whenever you act yourself, you get

the heat of the world's stare.



This dog-eat-dog affair is a game that the

whole world plays

While the good morals of our society are

buried under decay.

So go on my brothers, my sisters

And become what the world would have

you to be,

For I have already signed life's comfort,

I've got to be me