nobody agrees with the talent i got, dissin me cause im white/
so i take my anger out on my notepad and i sit and i write/

bout my family dissin, and all the kids at school/
when i start to rap, they say "dont be actin a fool"/

say im tryin ta be black, by my kinda music/
say i act like a gangsta, cause i dont carry a drumstick/

i dont listen to rock, and i aint no punk/
cuase im a cocasian, they all say my rhymes is junk/

i dont even finish my line and they say i suck/
why do all these people got to be predetermined/

soon as i step on stage, im already gettin curtained/
im tryin to keep it all new, and keep it freshened/

i cant give up now cause i know that im destined/
ill hit the rap game and man ill hit it hard/

youd think by gettin chopped up, id be coverd with scars/
but i just us that stuff to take me higha/

anytime i come up wtih good rhymes they call me a liar/
you can call me a cracker, and that wont hurt me at all/


please tell me what you tihnk of this

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man i dont know what im doin


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