Far from East
The Far East nation I am from
My mama, my papa, my ancestral race
Im told I am good
At math I am good
Algebra describes me
While basketball describes him
I am more than what I am told
Who told me I am math?
I am french fries and hockey
And all that other jazz
I take off this mask and prove that its me
Not just some math whiz that cant even see
Prove to all yall
I am unique
I am Far from East
No filter needed.
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