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I am the bullied man, and I am proud.I am the bullied man, and I am so aloneIt is a contradiction—in me;In my heart it is a dichotomy. If I was strong they would not have gotten to me.Without strength, with darkness in my soul,They came for me.
triplex is my name and rapping is my gang legend  gang for life i dont do drugs i dont drink i dont smoke i m not beefing with anyone  i m a good person
The least racist person is a racistThe least fascist person is a fascistThe least criminal is a murdererThe least sinner is a big sinner.
Meu país é o belo sol Meu país não é o inverno rigoroso Meu país é um Éden muitas vezes verde Sempre lânguido e tropical ao amanhecer.  
Mi patria es el hermoso sol Mi país no es el invierno duro Mi país es un edén a menudo verde Siempre lánguido y tropical al amanecer.  
My country is the beautiful sun My country is not the hard winter My country is an often green Eden
If words were swords, would we watch what we say? Or chuck them at others who stand in our way?   What if they cut as deep as a blade? How long would we make it? How red would the carpet be?
                                            I thought I loved you But I am beginning to love you more And more
Powerful words,Truthful words,Honest words,Brave words;This is exactly what the Doctor orders,For a nation, who's trying to fight the horrorsOf blatant racism,
Eu ingurgitei Sua decisão Estou indo embora A mansão
Tragué Su decisión Me voy La casa Yo acepté
Plus que tu me méprises Plus que tu me dis des bêtises Plus que tu m’abuses Plus que tu fais des ruses Plus que tu me maudis
                                                Anybody, who is struggling, Is my people The one with the color purple, Who will one day earn and own the ring.
                                                  Recuerda ayer Recuerda los viejos tiempos Recuerda lo que solíamos decir Recuerda las jugadas
Roses, flowers and bouquets Love, Honor, Peace and Respect Verses, poems and literature
Les roses, les fleurs et les bouquets L’amour, l’honneur, le respect et la paix Les vers, les poèmes et la littérature
I take the pain Like a person I swallow the sin Like a good man All around you and I Resides the nasty Satan
Haiti is not destitute Haiti is not a poor prostitute Haiti got robbed Haiti got mobbed BIG TIME
Spy of high, its a poor's Cry Spare the Honest ,do not Pry   Don't You know it hurts so bad when my blue bird just can't fly   talk to the nobles, say my sigh i am so naïve, don't know to get by
So, I hear you say, “I heard a rumor…” Syllables capable of planting problems were people once were Corrupting, corrosive... killing. But they can only take root if you’re willing
When they rise up,  You drift down.   When you avoid them, They attack.   When you let them include you, You only protect yourself.   But when you pretend you are fine,
I’ll never leave the fantasy of The life I’ve always wanted: A bird become free, as I can see; Yet is a world never imparted.  
Looking back at the old days They would look at me and call me gay I felt lose in the crowd because I wasn't the same But I knew who I was and that was okay I grew stronger and knew my worth
   i was bullied -god it feels so wrong to call it that- it was so much more than that  it feels like i should call it less    i was sexually harrased -god it feels wrong to actually put it into words-
Three mean girls, one victim The commons of Sapulpa High School Punches took to the face,verbal abuse Constant jabs to the stomach The crowd starts to grow
All they do is cause problems, Cause harm, Cause drama, I hate them, They're an ugly gem, Filled with Flem, They are all hate, Spreading like a ramped disease, So contagious,
There's cruelty few people know One that is vast but Meager, silent  But deafening    Words can injure hearts Words consume worth Yet Absence of words Is scarcity of food 
You defend me against slander You come to my aid Despite that, I haven’t done the same Despite that, I’ve done the opposite  
She wishes she couldPunch them in the faceThey thought they wouldBeat her in that race She was somehow silentBut they were raging a warShe had some different scentNow she regrets, she could roar
I understand you fake, to take, but awake the quake that shakes the snakes from forbidden trees. I know you're knees must hurt, from the dirt you're cursed to birth the worst of earth.
Once upon a time There was a man named Florian I thought he was the one I thought he was grand… Suddenly I felt a need to scroll through my Instagram
Their words felt like the noose around my neck Their actions felt like the gun against my head Their hatred felt like the blade against my skin
Beaten downthrown to the groundcovered in bloodCuts run deepCan barely sleepThe tormentors haunt you
Walking through the halls, Not even a friendly stare. Everyone hates me here. It's just not fair.   Girls telling me I look      dumb                  nerdy
BEING MYSELF Be yourself... That's what everyone says. But being myself... gave me this black eye. But being myself Gave me this bruised face. Gave me a childhood i wasn't ready to face.
RED is the violence our kind faces a discrimination that surpasses religion and races An ORANGE tinge outlines our scars. A reminder of  Injustice comitted this June, in an Orlando gay bar.
I wish I didn't fall off the swing. I wish I still had sight. I know we was just playing. I know it was 4th grade, But they don't have to be so cruel. It was their fault anyway. It was that stupid game.
There are times in life when you care about a person and are torn, but why are we lighting ourselves on fire, to keep them warm?
It hurts, we know. You just want this pain to go. You often cry, we can tell. We all know you’re going through h*ll We wish we could stop it, but where do we start? Perhaps what is needed is a change of heart
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