Want to be FREE
I grew up in chicago not knowing it will only let me down
It's crazy how family even dont come around
dyke, devil Girl you're a freaking clown
Im a girl who likes girls who doesnt make sounds
I can only be me unless im filling out a app for a job
I'll call you back if i think you're qualified
waited a whole month... man that dude lied
i gave it my all hell i really tried
Nobody is ever going to hire you dressed like that
how you gonna walk into a room just like that?
How you're name Crystal but you dress like Chris?
How you love god? but dont take d...?
You going to hell ugh you make me sick
I don't want you around my kids like this
If you want to go out. Dress up right
take that duraq off and put on something tight
You're not going to be happy in life
unless you hand over that devil ass life
All i want is to be ME
Accept me for who i am....... You're hurting me
My name is Crystal and I JUST WANT TO BE FREE
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