A little girl I was looking at a magazine

Wondering why I could never find

Too many girls that looked like me

All I saw was hair so blond and eyes so very blue

And the words under the picture said

And you can get this look too

They can not define beautiful to me

Someone else's eyes don't see what I see

Follow like I'm blind just won't do for me

God made me just fine that's why I got to be

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

Some people talking about when judgment day will come

Looking down upon those not down with their religion

You must believe in all they say and all they do

And if you don't then heaven's gates are closed to you

I do not prescribe to their philosophy

I don't think my God wants them judging me

Follow like I'm blind just won't do for me

God knows what's in my heart that's why I got to be

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

I got to be

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i

I-n-i I-n-i