| You don’t know how you make your family feel
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| To do the things that’s real
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| Say the things that please
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| Say you’re in cocaine
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| Or you should change your name
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| They even say you’re insane
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| You don’t know how you make your teachers feel
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| To write the things you know
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| Discuss the things you’ve learned
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| They say you’re dropping out
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| You’ll be a thief without a doubt
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| For a youth your heart’s too stout
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| You should know how you make your rich friends down
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| To hear you’re in the slums
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| Existing just on crumbs
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| They don’t know the joys within
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| That you share with your ghetto’s kin
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| You’re tired of rich happenings
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| You don’t know how you make this society frown
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| To walk the streets in town
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| They laugh — There goes a clown
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| They say you’re looking slim
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| Are you sure to sweat out in a gym?
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| You even need a trim
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| They don’t know how it gives you joy inside
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| To see them run and hide
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| When bills flows in like tide
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| They should be walking proud
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| Express themselves aloud
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| Not hiding from the collecting crowd |