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BOB   

Born & raised in a small place called Kismayo

left home and now I find myself in another world

where society is overrun by expensive trends

if you're poor like me all you can do is frown

surrounded by your artificial friends

even though it means nothing in the end

they keep wearing their fake smiles & lies

no one really has a good heart or a hand to lend

like cruelty is some sort of prize and

everybody and everyone displays a disguise

the truth might spoil their fake image

no kind and welcoming & happy smiles

just exclusion and long looks of grimace

to portray a unique & phoney style

is an automatic ticket to loneliness

unless you fashion what everyone else does

its like you don't get respect & you don't exist

but most people judge amiss and

take pleasure from causing disruption

no need to cut my wrists for a world

that has been taken by corruption

young minds have been poisoned

everyone sorted into different classes

some kids getting beat up and robbed

for as little as wearing glasses almost fascists

and this kind of treatment should never happen.

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BOB   

why should i be ridiculed whether love rock and roll or rapping?

yet everyone's laughing at me for my lack of wealth

but violence and hate continue to form

I am praying and waiting for the calm

but already we're engulfed by a storm

swimming in arrogance or make that ignorance

our brains are fogged with incoherence

insensible thought thinking one is greater

solely by being born with the silver spoon or by appearance

these are the problems of the people i hang with

we live in a world where they judge you by the clothes you wear

certain dialogue or shall I say a certain accent

a different race, sports, even the colour of your hair

friend or foe, self-expression shouldn't matter

whether we're poor or rich we breath the same air

forget about love my friend,life is taken for granted

because people would rather be with a millionaire

adolescence has taught me so many lessons

as a youth you are constantly delirious

full of energy and so quick to be furious

taking high school status far too serious

nowadays,social rank is getting blown way out of proportion

too many people are being blinded by the illusion of good fortune

today I am accused of being a Boy and not a man

who is not rich enough to know who is Tiffany.

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

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