judgement
why am i so judged by the color of my skin
and if whether im fat or whether im thin
now a days no one really looks with in
everyone questions when there life begins
i walk down the street feeling scared
not knowing i wasnt quiet prepared
i was afraid of a big BOOM every would stop and stare
when all i wanted was fresh air
all my life i wanted to be
someone that wasnt me
so i just had to let my soul be free
STUPID, DUMB and FAT they all scream
i wondered why they all had to be mean
if i sat home and asked myself why
it will just make me want to cry
my brain will begin to fry
and i might wanna say goodbye
Judgement isnt a must
cause it leaves people in the dust.
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