You Judge Me So Fast Before I Say My Favorite Color Is Pink.
But Why Do You Do Things? Do You Even Know Me?
I'm From Florida But Don't Want Me To Talk To You Right??
But Just Because I'm From Sunny State You Call Me White!
You Want To See A Laptop But I Want To See An Type Writer
Just Because I Don't Do The Things You Do That Makes Me An Total Outsider!
Like I Said Before You Do Me Like JESUS Spit In My Face But When I Do Something Nice.
You Want To Get Piss Off And Say " You Don't Do That!!"
Even Though They Are An Different Race
You Want Me Gone You Want Me Dead In An Minute.
But I'm Not Doing A Thing To You But You're Saying I'm Killing It??
You Talk About Me Behind My Back You Call Me Names
Your An 8th Grader And You Still Play Those Childish Back-Stabbing Games
" Making Me Upset, Mad, Depress, And Sad That's Your Aim.
But I'll Shake Off Like A Fast Song Just Been Played"
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