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She doesn't have a bus, she's already tired, but she hurries up She gets to school, another door closes You're late! You won't go to history class Wait, sit there, an hour's passed Wait a little bit more and go to your second class "And make sure you're not late again!" the principal says

She gets to the room, now sleep's knocking at her door But she won't sleep, slowly she learns that If the ticket is 3.80 and you have 3 in hand She interrupts the professor and says "You won't have bread then" And the friends that laugh at her all day Laugh more and humiliate her, what would you do?

She got tired of the humiliation and doesn't want school anymore And on Christmas she cried because she didn't get a ball Time passed and she grew

Now on the streets she's the black stinky-armpit girl That straightens her hair to feel accepted

But it's no use, everyone rejects her Now that she's grown, she really wants to study She finishes school, textbooks, she still has entrance exams And dry mouth, dry, no saliva

She's gonna pay the college, because Black and poor doesn't go to USP That's what the professor that taught at the school said That they're all the same and that quotas are handouts

Tired of quotas and not burned out from college She still gets up early and cleans three apartments downtown Try being born Black and poor in the community You'll see how different the opportunities are

And don't you dare come to me saying that's playing the victim Don't put the blame on me to cover your racism And don't you dare come to me saying that's playing-, that's playing- That's playing the victim!

They're enslaved nations And murdered cultures It's the voice that echoes the drum Gather around, come here You too can fight And learn to respect Because Black people came to revolutionize