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1993


We are the one who showed up late, destined for something great, i think. Raised in the turn of a century, like you seen the man on the moon, but i could have pics, audio, and the news reports all in one room. And i seen to towers fall on the tv screen every since then shit been different couple months later seen the army storm in with they night vision goggles. And you might have thought we had it easy, but there is two bullys over there, so they gonna whip my ass and record it so dont nobody miss it. And my clothes is ugly, my shoes got a couple holes in em. they said be you but that aint getting no play with the ladies. and you hate the end of school cause at least your seen, even have some "friends" cause when i go home il be alone again. staring at a computer screen for til god knows when, doing you know what and a couple video games. Then they say im add, what the fuck does that mean. Half of you cant keep your face out your phone to have real conversation but i need the med, you kidding me. yeah i was late for everything, act retarted when you dont know something, thats what george bush taught me. How fake like i got it thats what MTV taught me. And who to blow up my school, thats what youtube taught me. So be afraid cause we coming up next and with mofos like me you all gonne be debt, need a doctor, lawyer and preist. What you teach me in these 20 years: hate, anger and jelousy.
 
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