Is it me or is the world agaist what I stand for
It seems like everytime I turn around there’s another closed door
Bigiots, losers, and lames being thrown at me
All it is, is jelousy of my nationality
In a country so “free”
Seems like i have to go beside my self to be me
Chill man, not I
Who me? To sit back and cry
Cuz I dont look like you or do what you do
Nahh man can’t you see
What you are just ain’t me

-Tiana Taitt-

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