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Many years ago I went to a new school Was labled as a bastard I was not cool As time progressed I experienced the worst My life was a mess It was more or less cursed Threatened by a whim To runaway from home My light going dim No place to call my own Alone in the fight Against all odds I'm only half-white Struggling to be free of the mob Being teased and mocked Was my daily routine Pushed and stuffed into lockers Was a game of special means