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I'm an Instagator period.
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Behind graffiti stained walls, a kid lived in a apartment// **
His mother worked two jobs, in education departments//
She had enough to feed, but she needed the rent// **
But the kid bought weed for relieving his stress// **
The school threw a party, but they didn't invite him// **
He had 1 friend, the only chick who to ever have liked him//
She was a girl, ** she had the same intrests as him//**
They promised each other they would be together in the end//
When he held her, ** it was like the sun was in his arms//**
They thought together that nothing ever's going wrong//**
But he stuided for hours, and none of the colleges wanted him//***
Never acted bothered when jocks followed and taunted him//
But it ate him alive, couldn't sleep at night//
His outlet were his lyrics, his little speech of life//
He wrote pages on his life, ** these words were all real//
He had no deal, they said he had no commerical appeal//
He couldn't afford a car,** every day he walked home//**
And the jocks always stalked him, and watched him alone//
Then formed a circle around him, they thought it was funny//**
They jumped him and took both his wallet and money//
He tried new clothes, but he was obviously a commoner//
No amount of money could possibly make him popular//
He probablly should've thought, throw middle fingers to the world//**
But he let the teasing get to him, it lingered and it hurled//
Him into a state of mind **where he was suicidal//**
But hip-hop just related the pain through his idols//
But one day, the kids down the block plotted attack//
Wait for him, then sock him, knock him onto the grass//
So the kid was walking home, his head nodding to the beat//
The bully's dressed in all black followed down the street//
The darkness swallowed them when they met down the alley way//
They surronded the kid, helpless, they rallyed and they//
Proceeded to beat him, something of his broke//
It was his CD, and blood was running from his nose//
His shirt stained wet with mud from the rain//
At this point he decided he had enough of the pain//
He stood up to breath, but the clubbed him back again//
They laughed in pity, enough they had with him//
They finally left him a mess, covered in grime//
The rain gave away to the thunder of time//
And he lay on his back, suffereing, wondering why//
The tears of self pity conjured in front of eyes//
Shame stole his mind, he was jumped by strangers//
His weak body became overcome in anger//
The pity turned to hate, his heart beating no control//
It seemed a million demons loomed over his soul//
His thought he deserved revenge, and he outta have it//
He knew his stepdad kept a semiautomatic//
So he waddled home, the pain of his tendons was nothing//
He didn't feel SHIT his andrelines pumping//
His attackers were at the party, he knew the location//
If they asked, his gun was to be his invitation//
The party that night was at the star running backs house//
It was a block from his, he could hear some of the shouts//
He imagined crashing the party, sound of cocking wessons//
The screams of terror, spraying glass bottles with weapons//
He was at his door, face packed with emotions//
The hinges were busted, bashed till it opened//
He stepped in to get his with weapon with cautious steps//
But when he looked in, for a second he lost his breath//
The T.V. and the V.C.R. were jacked//
On the counter, moms visa was card ripped in half//
The windows were broken, all velvet curtains were teared//
Panicking for help, but only one other person was there//
His mothers favorite portrait layed their glass shattered//
He heard laughter from the party house, like that mattered//
They jumped him, his house, and destroyed his life//
They caused all his self-doubt, enjoyed his strife//
He sat there among his portraits of shattered dreams//
Thoughts of sky fallen, didn't have to be bad it seemed//
The shards of glass looked so inviting to him//
He picked the sha
