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Equal Rights


It's the cruelest of sport

But it ain't played a court

You hurt, you hate, you take

My self, my truth, my sake

Yes you are God; school is your heaven

With your almighty there is no lovin'

We are all misfits putting away

Our faces, our names, our say

Why do we put on ur head

Thes stereotypes that should dead

I'm straight, I'm gay, I'm in betwitxt

I'm black, I'm white, I'm mixed

I'm model thin, I'm jolly fun

I'm skyscrapper tall, I'm five foot none

I'm a pop, I'm a jock I'm four point oh

I'm a geek, I'm a freak, I'm oh...so much more

We are all one being

So what is the meaning to be judged by your peer

Aren't we all queer?

In life things that matter

Do not consistent of useless chatter

Smash your vanity and your pride

Look around, pick a side

Equal rights 

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