A complex slate

Genetic predisposition is not our definition
DNA: Not our fate
We are walking mirrors of social description
Environment: Development

Don't be categorised
The past can be left behind
It shall be recognised
Humans can't be finalised

You think you know who I am

If we were born this way why should we try and change?
The fabric we reflect is of this place you have made

Villains extracted from birth, potential left unearthed
Born with hate: Unfound claim
Is it just chemicals that make some unstable?
Pre-ordained: We are chained

Can I self define
Break free of the line?
Can I self define
Take control of my own life?
Our decisions depend on what paths lie ahead
Forgive the chooser so his own salvation can be made

Plant the seeds for a tree you'll never get to see
We can all be saved
We are a complex slate that is taught to love or hate