I got a dream some say it's dumb but it's my dream
it's sweater than cream
flows like a stream
makes you want to scream
I want to breack free
free from all these stereo types
cause I'm black you think im a zulu
make the noise rata ta tap
tap your back run like a cheater sprint in meters
then some of you see me as a thug
no wonder why you wouln't give me a hug
You see me on the bus your heart beguins to pound
you turn around
I hear no sound
you think im a gangster hoodies up guns and knives on the line
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