The Contenders
They tell us
we'll never make it
There's nothing out there for people like us
we're dumb, we're stupid, we're the weak parts
But we
We are the contenders
Trials and tribulations will befall us us
But We will never fall
We will be pushed, scathed, and stepped on
But we
We are the contenders
We are late nights and tired eyes
We are rough skin and greasy hair
We are blood, sweat, and tears
We are hope
We are the contenders
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