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If my hair was a few inches longer
then I might catch an eye.
But then they'd say I was too dark
and start looking for light

like right before ya die.
And if it aint something bout skin, it's
gotta be my image.
Makes ya not want to try.

Pour qoi?
Why would you want to?
When they just wanna see stars
like somebody punched you.
Youre just a crash dummy stunt dude.

Not a dentist or a guinness. Just a menace.
Then they give you limits to live by.
No little tear eyes,
that's for the queer guys.

And life is all about the chickens.
The ones ya eat
and the ones ya give the business.

Since infant, so much is expected.
Open fresh eyes to your parents' checklist.
But then passed from initial responsibility.
Left to consider "They werent really feeling me".

It should be illegal
the way you gotta self-check identity.
With no sort of memories
it hinders the abilities.

Cut off the first roster
in hopes to make another.
Without a brother or a mother
ya suffer.

Then forced through acknowledgement
to see life seems so fraudulent.
Left behind by all the kids.
Now asking why you ought to live.

Not that you roll small ones
but you cant help feel to be a little blunt.
In a room full of pick mes
not being heard sucks.