Luck of the draw

by brown eyes and a melancholy smile   Nov 18, 2005


Luck of the draw

Don't wont to live like this no more,
Sick to death of life and whats more,
Sick of people walking all over me,
Sick of the ignorant fools who think they see.

This worlds not for me, I cant understand,
This worlds not for me, I've got the lower hand.

So tired of playing defence,
Tired of the dumb jokes of cruel intent,
Tired of being judged by my gender and skin,
Black girl fighting, but she'll never win.

This worlds not for me, I cant understand,
This worlds not for me, I've got the lower hand.

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