| I grew up with a lot of racism
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| And only Lord knows how much I hated them
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| For showing me hate and never had I been mean to them
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| Was just a little kid trying to get friends with them
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| They used to call me ugly names cause my skin was dark
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| I couldn’t take the pain couldn’t play in the park
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| But that didn’t stop them they used to shout from far
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| Saying go back home cause a nigger you are
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| And at that time I didn’t even know what that meant
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| I was probably six or seven year’s old man
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| I told the teachers, never got help
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| All they said, you gotta know your different play with yourself
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| Man, I felt so alone
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| Never liked school couldn’t wait to get home
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| But as the days passed I got through it all
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| But from time to time I break down when I remember it all so
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| I just need a little time for myself
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| So I can, think bout my life no body else
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| I just need a little time for myself
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| So I can take it easy, do ya hear me
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| I had low self esteem
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| Always walked fast passed the mirror wouldn’t see, or except myself
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| I didn’t wanna be me
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| I would have done anything so I could be somebody else
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| I tried to fit in, but wouldn’t get in
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| The only place I got in was the wrong click
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| I hung in but it wasn’t good for me
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| I knew I wanted much more than to pocket pick
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| I was afraid how my life would end
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| No body wanted me around I wasn’t good with friends
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| Probably cause I wasn’t trying to let
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| Anybody see the real me and know how I felt
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| They’d look down on me
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| Say what I couldn’t be
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| That’s what my mind used to say slowly killing me
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| But days passed I got through it all
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| But sometimes I remember it all so
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| I just need a little time for myself
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| So I can, think bout my life no body else
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| I just need a little time for myself
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| I used to think that love last forever
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| But when my parents divorced I cried forever
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| I saw it coming but refused to understand it
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| Why it happened to us, I couldn’t handle it
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| See I was used to having problems outside
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| Cause when I came home I had a reason to smile
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| But when that stopped, where was I to turn to
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| Didn’t trust anybody else to talk to
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| I got weird it affected my life
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| Started with bad thoughts everyday was a fight
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| Kept everything inside, never talked about it
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| I put on my mask like everything’s alright
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| Between the age of thirteen to nineteen
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| Drama all around and I got caught up in between, shit
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| But days passed I got through it all
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| But sometimes I remember it all so |