| Right in front of me dropping another game
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| Now I watch your face as your eyes look down
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| Away from my glance
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| Backstabbed as I hear the cracks drop smack
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| I count the ways your little whispers swell to greet my daze
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| Underground, so down, your scene above me But now I see so clearly
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| I’m not down, I never could be And it’s long past time for me to show you
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| Speak my mind in response to your condescending way
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| Of placing me below your feet
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| «It's not what you know, it’s who you know»
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| But all I know now is you live for the show"
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| Smiles in my face with smirks in your eyes
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| And I understand what it means to be
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| «Legit"in your eyes, not I Nor none of my «attempts"to be on the inside
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| I’m not down, I never could be And it’s time, this time I’ll show you
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| Set me up Knocked down
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| Knocked down from your clique, you
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| Understand how you rejected me I look at your face and weep for your «scene»
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| So I ask myself what needs to be said
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| What now, what light can I shed?
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| As I battle to fight down the angry thought
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| That’s swelling to escape my head
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| So it’s plain as day and you can see
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| that I have a right to explain my self to you
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| So don’t look away or turn away or laugh away
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| Because your «scene"is dead today
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| We can’t bring ourselves back down to this level
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| Because you are no better than me Down with all that took us away from standing as one and living as one
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| Am I so different from you that you cannot dispel with your status and
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| look at my face?
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| Am I so distant from you that I cannot break free from this stereotype
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| today?
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| Am I so separate from you that you cannot regard me as equal and
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| clean this stain? |