"Why do I feel different, like I'm in a world opposite to what I see? No nigga shit, just real and honest opinions going. Us not labeled just everyone hand and hand? Blunts rolling. Drinks flowing. I mean, it's so much to deal with, with not knowing what's the next step. Or, who's looking to keep you down, while raising you up. Why do I feel different, like I'm babbling and don't know what I'm talking about? Yet not guilty to what I say. While I'm so addicted to expression, I feel so different, cause I'm allergic to bullshit. But why do I feel different? Guess it's how God rolled me. Outspoken and true."
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