Two Worlds
Some say I can’t do anything right
I’m cheerful,
I’m intelligent,
but I’m not white
They say I laugh too loud and have too much fun
And ask why I’m not normal:
Complacent, silent, miserable and hopeless like everyone
Some say I can’t do anything right
I’m passionate,
and driven,
and I’m too light
They say I’m not concerned with the right things
Like cars, and drugs and hoes with tongue rings
They say I’ll never succeed, just have more fun
And ask why I’m not normal:
Complacent, silent, miserable, and hopeless like everyone.
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