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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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