They say life is a game so of course I am trying to win.
They say no one is perfect so why do you constantly count my sins.
They say good girls go bad so why am i trying to be good.
And they say that we are in poverty
but they haven't taken us out of the hood.
Realization is they say a lot of things, but who cares what they say.
Their opinion is not needed for me to be okay.
So I say I am somebody.
I say I will do good.
I say how I walk, how I talk, and who I choose to become.
Because I hold the key to my future
and the future well it holds my key.
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