Not better, Just different

I'm cut from a different cloth then you
I choose not to yell or to argue, as some do
I know how to talk when I want to be heard
I know how to gain excitement from my audience... without uttering a word
It amazes me how people act like we're all the same, some choosing to dwell in self-pity while others take the lemons life throws at them; poverty, broken hearts, broken homes and make lemonade (regardless of the sadness and pain)
But I'm cut from a different cloth then you

Similar beginnings
Different paths of life chosen
Some roads high, some low
At some point, you had to choose...the proverbial fork in the road
I’m pretty sure, I'm cut from a different cloth then you
Not the cloth of hatred and shame
But one where I rise above my past and for myself, make a name
Yeah, I think I may be cut from a different cloth then you
I don't lie or look down on people
I just chose not to, there is waaaay too much love around me all up in my face
for me to allow small minded people, some who just because they look like me, to be all up in my space
but nope, I'm cut from a different cloth then you
Fine satins and silks, the finest cashmere, the strongest wools and cottons
all woven into one coat of  God's love
worn over the shirt of self-confidence
nicely set up with the pants of independence
with some nice shoes called self-sufficient
walking me down the path called God's will
But I'm cut from a different cloth then you