I am not washed-up
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I should believe I am but I do not
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I still read all their ungraded hatemail
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Fourteen long years of school
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And all I learned was to fail
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Well I am not proud
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To rot with that crowd
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'Cause I am stronger
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I was born in a force-ten gale
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It takes more than hot air to blow the wind out of my sails
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And my eyesight's poor
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But I am the future:
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HEAR ME ROAR
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And get ready to talk hard
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Know this: your head is not empty
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So talk hard
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Sha-la-la-la
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You can do anything you feel
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'Toilet-trained and dumb'
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Once we can talk we learn by rote, "We are scum:
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"We come from nothing?
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"That's what we deserve"
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Classrooms crowded with robots
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We are Goebbel's children
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But we're not down yet
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Don't let them forget
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That we are stronger
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You are born
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'Til the day you die, you are alive
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So while you've got the time
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At least try to justify yourself
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The buck stops with you and no-one else, yeah
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And get ready to talk hard
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Know this: your head is not empty
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So talk hard
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Sha-la-la-la
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You can do anything you feel
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Anything you feel, yeah
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Anything you feel
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Talk hard talk hard talk hard talk talk hard.
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Talk Hard
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Miss Black America |