I AM
Yea
I guess I am
I'm the reason kids dont live past ten
Dying and wishing for lost beginnings
Yes I am
The reason blacks lack
Life without crimes
I must always lie
Gong to jail all o my life
Are you proud
I didnt do nothing
How
I couldnt breath
Is it easier for me to believe
All I want is freedom, love, and peace
Yea i guess i am
I must be crazy
Crazy to bomb at a marathon
Crazy to seal my own mother life
For a deal
But u look in the mirror and see me everyday
Blond, Black, crazy, stray
Maybe locked in a cage
Maybe looking outside my own grave
I Am
We are
Are we gonna change or did we lost
From the Start
I Am
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