i rip the label off my forehead,
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the one that you conveniently placed,
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to keep me under your thought control,
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this time the enemy will be faced,
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there's no way this injustice will go unnoticed,
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i'm not a percent, i'm not a number,
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ignorance has become comfortable for you,
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close minded complacency, but, were bringing it down,
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tearing you out of your comfort zone,
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and standing up for what we know is right,
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you didn't expect independent thought,
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you never expected intelligence,
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were bringing it down and the whole system too,
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you've judged me ahead of time,
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it seems futile for me to fight,
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so i could accept the label that is mine,
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but i am not a stereotype, no, i'm not a stereotype,
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my strength comes from Jesus Christ,
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and my faith is as hard as rock
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Power Will Be Fought
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| Showbread |
