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17 years old
don't wanna go out
just wanna stay in
i'm tired of this life
i'm tired of all my friends
they don't see the world like i do
they're just so immature
it's like i'm in the other
& they're still behind the door
i don't wanna smoke
i don't wanna drink
i'd rather just sit in my room with my music & just think
about the world & it's problems
& what i could do to solve them
&what's the difference between an angel & a goblin ?
i'm stuck in a classroom where the the teacher preaches lies
we're fed useless information and not encouraged to open our eyes
they don't prepare us for the real world
they trap us in a box
& that's why we end up dead , pregnant , drugged out or 16 years locked
music is an escape
they wanna ban that too
they wanna brainwash us and cage us like animals in the zoo
freedom in a refugee
success is where my head's at
pen & beats is my starter
& a legend is where it ends at
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