I'm Not Angry
I have an associates degree at eighteen
but I haven't made it , to everybody else my goals are just... dreams
just because i have a limp, i have no potencial it... seems
on top of that im Mexican with a love for hip hop,
so they say im trying to be something im not,
those eyes full of pity saying you wont succeed,
but they are blind, for my goals I would bleed
it sounds like seven lines of anger... but its not
there's actually nine and ninety-seven words of Fury that'll get me to the top.
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