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How do they feel, With all your hate? Once they've gone, You'll find out too late. How would you feel, If they messed with you? Would you fight back,  Or just know it's not true.
We as blacks Grew up with the struggle of the nation on our backs Being told that the skin that is attached to our bodies are a curse to our soul We believe that being different makes us a queer in our "group"
This is pain is just too real The moment I got attacked by the wegded heel.
You call me ya nigga Well, check this out If I’m your nigga I can’t be your homie If I’m ya nigga I can’t be your man If I’m ya nigga I can’t even be your friend Not because I don’t want to
You see that kid  Yes the one by himself You think he's a nerd A loser Or even maybe a nobody All his classmates trease him Then to go home And just get yelled at by his parents
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