| I was walking down the path, I was walking it
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| Wind was biting at my back, it was biting me
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| Mind slipped back into the past
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| All my childhood bruises in a rush back to me
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| New kid in every class, there was always a silence
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| Then they’d ask what was wrong with my skin
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| Then they’d laugh as if I would choose this
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| Oh, kids can be so stupid
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| Kids can be so stupid
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| Kids can be so-
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| Wasn’t myself but it wasn’t enough
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| My foreign tongue shone through too strong
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| All that I wanted was a friend
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| All that I needed was a chance
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| A chance to show that I was just like them
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| Don’t be scared that I’m a little different
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| Won’t you let me into your club?
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| Won’t you let me prove I’m enough?
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| I was walking down the path, I was walking it
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| Wind was biting at my back, it was biting me
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| Mind slipped back into the past
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| All my childhood bruises in a rush back to me
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| New kid in every class, there was always a silence
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| Then they’d ask what was wrong with my skin
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| Then they’d laugh as if I would choose this
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| Oh, kids can be so—
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| Kids are just fucking cruel sometimes, y’know?
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| There’s many times that I tried to be someone different
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| You would do the same if you was stuck inside of my prison
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| I couldn’t catch a break, man, they really hated my pigment
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| The blacker the berry, sweeter the violence, clearer the vision, yeah
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| You can see it, the pre-existing condition
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| The kids are pointing and laughing, the parents that never listen
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| From dissin', fussin', and fightin' with bitches that never loved me
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| Turned their hatred to greatness, now ain’t a soul that can touch me
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| They were beating on my ass for being darker from the south
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| From parking lot abuse to barking at me like a lout
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| Never thought they’d see me immigrate, initiate a crowd
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| And you probably still a racist
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| Who the fuck is stupid now?
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| I was walking down the path, I was walking it
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| Wind was biting at my back, it was biting me
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| Mind slipped back into the past
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| All my childhood bruises in a rush back to me
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| New kid in every class, there was always a silence
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| Then they’d ask what was wrong with my skin
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| Then they’d laugh as if I would choose this
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| Oh, kids can be so stupid |