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Abhi The Nomad

kids can be so stupid

 

kids can be so stupid


I was walking down the path, I was walking it
Wind was biting at my back, it was biting me
Mind slipped back into the past
All my childhood bruises in a rush back to me

New kid in every class
There was always a silence
Then they'd ask
What was wrong with my skin
And then they'd laugh
As if I would choose this
Oh kids can be so stupid

Kids can be so stupid
Kids can be so

Wasn't myself, but it wasn't enough
My foreign tongue shone through too strong
All that I wanted was a friend
All that I needed was a chance
A chance to show that I was just like them
Don't be scared that I'm a little different
Won't you let me into your club
Won't you let me prove I'm enough

I was walking down the path, I was walking it
Wind was biting at my back, it was biting me
Mind slipped back into the past
All my childhood bruises in a rush back to me

New kid in every class
There was always a silence
Then they'd ask
What was wrong with my skin
And then they'd laugh
As if I would choose this
Oh kids can be so
Kids are just fucking cruel sometimes, you know?

There's many times that I tried to be someone different
You would do the same if you stuck inside of my prison
I couldn't catch a break, man, they really hated my pigment
The blacker the berry, sweeter the violence, clearer the vision
Yeah
You can see it, the pre-existing condition
The kids are pointing and laughing
The parents that never listen
From dissing, fussing and fighting with bitches that never loved me
Turned their hatred to greatness
Now ain't a soul that can touch me
They were beating on my ass for being darker from the south
From parking-lot abuse to barking at me like a lout
Never thought they'd see me immigrate, initiate a crowd
And you probably still a racist
Who the fuck is stupid now?

I was walking down the path, I was walking it
Wind was biting at my back, it was biting me
Mind slipped back into the past
All my childhood bruises in a rush back to me

New kid in every class
There was always a silence
Then they'd ask
What was wrong with my skin
And then they'd laugh
As if I would choose this
Oh kids can be so stupid

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