Different Worlds
Back of the bus they said, look at me now at the front like the rest.
Dont drink from here only from there, now i can drink from anywhere to quench my thirst.
People talked about me treating me like trash, now talk to me like if i'm the best.
Walking down the street with a frown, now with a smile with a big burst.
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