Talkative
As a kid I wasn't very talkative
Every cute chick thought I was pretty stalkative
I was hard to do like a derivative
So how can I derive the hive of
naive
that made up each part of my mind
Yet I was rejected when I asked will you be mine
Just the lonely black kid
Labeled as white
Always beaten down in every fight
Then people wonder why I use harsh words to strike
So those are my scars
And my flaws
We all have them
But if you're like me you taunt them
Or you're proud and flaunt them
Now I find myself finallly fitting in
But what is fitting in
Because it seems like guys just want to get it in
If hurting a girl is that then i dont want to fit in
I want to get in
...
Your head
Show you the reason while I smile despite all the dread
Show you why you can be happy despite what the media said
Teaching you that being wrecklessly intellectual
Is better than being wrecklessly sexual
My thoughts here always fluctuate
Because how can someone who says they love me still spew hate
Still judge despite that we all have the same fate
So why not love and create
Because the problem isn't violence
It's all the silence
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