It hurts to be judge by everyone
Holding that grudge that guilt
But it’s my time, my day, my year
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So stop whatever your doing
And listen up
This is the voice that came out
My voice, my words, my speech
My goals, my life, my reach
This is my life
You can have the baby pat, Gucci, bling, etc
Sex, drugs, or whatever but not me because at the end
I still have my self respect
This girl right here...... ain't going anywhere
So sticks and stones may break my bones
But those words can get to stepping.
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