it's not a game, by Ky Moet
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They play me like i'm stupid
takin' my life as a game
it's in the palm of their hand
and voices for half of my fames
"fail her, let's keep her behind"
"she's a black girl, she's not gonna make it"
But she's wrong
I'm gonna make it
I can try and try
but it's up to her
what she's gonna do
she comes off like she cares
i don't need her
class isn't worth any credits no way
just put me in it to place me somewhere
stop playin with my career
it's not a game |
Posted: 2010-06-16 14:30:25 UTC |
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