Yeah, I used to be the boy you pushed around.
That small kid that could be lifted and thrown unassisted.
You see, your problem was that you predicted I was gifted.
So you started draining my energy and got addicted.
From that point I had to achieve greatness.
Had my dreams, but still shooting aimless.
Small kid that kept building hatred.
Used to care what number I was rated.
Or at school what grade I was graded.
Wanted to be onstage and become the greatest.
But always torn down by some kind of racist.
Want to take the dangerous road not the safest.
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