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I’m different and I understand that
So when you see me in the halls just stand back
I’ve given up trying to be cool again
So why is everybody still bullyin
Why do they always point and stare
With a poisonous glare, as if I won’t care
I couldn’t envision my difference leading to a division but plain simple I’m different
I’m walking down the halls, I feel alone and stranded
Talking to the walls, like everyone’s gone home and vanished
They’re all in their tightly knit groups and I’m not welcome
Like you have to nightly hit booze but I do it seldom
And the kids in the south hallway, the most popular gang
Most of them ditch all day, and speak gossamer slang
I tried to interpret it, I even attempted to use it in my speech
But I felt cursed with it, it sounded immoral and out of my reach
They were so cool, what could I have been doing wrong
Even that kid from New York was getting along with that throng
He was so dirty and grimy, they say he doesn’t take showers
On the field hard hitting and raunchy, made me look like a coward
Said I couldn’t speak out loud around him since I wasn’t street
That I shoulda bowed down under the heat, I couldn’t compete
I felt beat, this felt like it was becoming a daily ritual
Like it was in their instincts to downplay me, it was habitual
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In class I raise my hand, to speak out on my opinions
But the teachers just ignore me, since I often defy their visions
Like now somehow intelligence is negligible
Development is unethical, improvement is unimpressionable
It doesn’t even matter if I’m right, they stick to the textbook
But my knowledge comes from the ladder of light, so they best look
This 5.0 GPA shouldn’t give me an unknown ETA
But the PTA keeps trying to force me down and DOA
The other kids often hate, and shun me because of my intellect
Lunch lady gives me the rotten plate, with old gelatin sets
Just because sometimes they can’t comprehend what I’m saying
They poke fun, throw pens, and constant spit ball spraying
And so after school, I stay on the front lawn, working and studying
While the other kids go home, relax, flip on the tv, and do nothing then
But my mind is singularly set on only one thing, improvement
So I write these lines over and over till I don’t need a pen to do it
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I got sent to the principal’s office, for speaking out in class
My teacher, Mrs. Gratch, thought I was speaking out my ass
The principal said not again, and then got out his pen
And then in dark red, wrote out suspend-ed
He handed the slip to me, I threw the paper at his face
Like a razor that was laced with a tazor that spit hate
I said fuck it yo, I don’t even need this school
Fuck authority, fuck establishment, fuck it fool
If others could make it without was deemed the proper upbringing
What could stop me from being like them and not need this constant up heaving
I know I can do it, does it really matter if I’m not like the other pupils
When I’ve got all their skills doubled, tripled, no quadrupled
Ima make it on my own, I don’t need the institution’s blessings
Just give me at the most two years I’ll have them on their knees confessing
They should have signed me earlier, they knew I could rap
Wait, rap…you mean this whole school thing was an act?
I’m different and I understand that
So when you see me in the studio just stand back
I’ve given up trying to conform to standards
Now I’m pushing the form, and I’ve torn the balance
Now I really don’t care, when they point and stare
This is my gift and talent, that I was anointed to share
And now I can envision my difference leading to a division because plain simple I’m different