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I'm not him.


Little DJ,

Little Dallas,

Little Doupnik,

I am not an extension of my brother.

 

Feelings, thoughts, goals and dreams,

All of which are my own.

 

Do one little thing and you’re categorized,

In this giant mess of a world,

You’re known by what you do,

How you look,

Not by who you are.

 

Little DJ,

Little Dallas,

Little Doupnik,

I thought you knew, I’m nothing like him.

 

I try hard at what I want,

I may not study,

But I get good grades.

I may not try sometimes,

But when I set my sights,

Wonderful things can be achieved.

 

Little DJ,

Little Dallas,

Little Doupnik,

That’s not my name.

 
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