| My spine just squinted and my eye is weak
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| I can’t find peace in a form of speech
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| My views change color red hot, ice cold
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| Black ain’t a color happiness ain’t gold
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| It’s hard for me to feel normal easy to feel free
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| It’s hard for you to understand if you can’t feel me
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| I ain’t in a western in a way I can grasp
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| I try to hold on to something that is fast
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| If something is a way of saying you don’t know
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| Then a name is just a way of being visible
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| My name is someone junior
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| Who is my dad
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| Mama is a Catherine Anne Hoover and she’s all that
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| And a bag of crypt
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| I’m a municipal and the mundane
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| I try to keep weird keep away from the same
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| I haven’t read an outline on how to pass youth
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| Rather than get passed I pass doobs
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| I’m out I’m in it’s hard to live in this given culture
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| All the hers and hims
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| All of the rats, snakes, and youth vultures around
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| My heart’s out of shape and my head’s in a cast
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| I try to hold on to something that is fast
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| If something is a way of saying you don’t know
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| Then a name is just a way of being visible… |