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the same

I can see the way these poeple be looking at me
My heart is full but brown skin is what they see
My poeple to them is something they call lower class
but I guess its fuck what they say they can kiss my ass
Altho we work hard to make a profit just to get by
Dosent mean we are worthless at least we try
They say we invaid there land like its something they claim
If I ain’t mistaking we worship a god who loves us the same
I am a latina who don’t own much
I don’t complain cuz to me its a bunch
I don’t need all them material things
Cuz one day when I die god will give me beautiful wings
So don’t judge me by the place I am from
Cuz it dosent even matter where we come
Yea most of us come from the so called streets
Dosent mean we can’t make our ends meet
Its not our fault if we were born unwelthy they say,
But its our fault if we don’t change and stay that way
If u ain’t never lived that life don’t u dare judge us
Now and days its really hard to tell who we could trust
We are tought to ignore the ones who think they are supreme
But we will get by this world all as a team
Maybe this world will soon change around
But it really don’t matter cuz we all end in death burrid in th ground
M!!

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