it's not a game

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By Ky Moet

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

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September 1, 2010 12:38Autumn Leaves

Very well wrote.