My environment don't dictate who I am

I may be confined to a suburb
Seeing nothing but brushes and weeds
I may not be exposed
To the big screens and the wide bulbs

I may be closer to the bleats
And the crows of the chicks
Than the noises of the beats
That every morning kicks

I may have learnt the counting
And be good in numbers
But take pleasure in selling
And helping in farming

The most important thing is the peace I have
For being who I am supposed to be
And having God smile down on me
That I am a vessel he could count on anytime