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what with me

why cant i be happy

people say my head nappy

because i am black

that not opinion that a fact

i am not racist i know better than that

people look at me wondering if i am real

like if you cut me i wont bleed

i don't take drug not even smoke weed

but police look at me like i am thief

going in to a bank cops asking me to leave

why is it i don't feel free

my family try to hide me like a sore

my friend don't like me, because they say i am not hard core

girls say i am player and i just wanna score

i tired to be judge by the way i look

my life isn't as easy as a open book

can you please stop looking at me like i'm crook

no i am not gay because i like to bake and cook

when will this stop

i will forever be climbing to top

can no one hold me down

go a head and laugh i must now look like clown

but i tell you one day with rule this town

i will never change

i will always be the same

call me n name

because of my color Will never be ashamed

no more me you can blame

go a head get your glory and fame

but when that time came

for me for me to live again

i will be with god and with him i Will remain

because on all us he send his rain

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