We different
It's a grind
It's a struggle
Been through the pain
Now it's time to hustle
Telling myself to forget the critics
Telling them about life they just don't get it
They not living how I'm living
I never claim to best
When it fall down you can't get me
I'm sorry we was born different
You was outside playing with toys
I was out running from bullets
You think I'm crazy but I miss it
Just another part of me that shows we different
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