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Sometimes when I step out

I feel like no one knows what I’m about

I (put) make-up (on) my face

To feel less disgraced

So people will accept me in this place

You tell me it doesn’t matta’

But I’m not trying to climb a social latta’

I’m jus’ trying to start some chatta’

All I ever wanted was to be accepted

All I ever asked was to be respected

& The only day I fear is when I’m rejected

If the world casts me into (political-exile)

Still, I’ll go with a smile

Do you ask me why?

Why I will barely cry?

Cause, Neva’ the good times can I deny

I’m gon hold my head high

& Live on through the hate

That tries to run me dry

Until my last breath

I will neva’ fear the day I die

Death is universal

No matta’ how it portrays itself

It’ll always come

Live ya’ life to the fullest

Because at sixteen it has only begun…

- 31/05/2005