Three times i see that our time here grows short by the names of another man's fear I sadly screamed that i am a youth of this nation doesn't matter, they don't care, they said "call information" THIS is what i have to look forward to?? this is what i have no choice but to do?? I was BORN here!! i was here first but because of the color of my skin i'm the one that gets treated the worst?? Blame ME!! I just tried to be good instead i got lied to and i'm not sure if i could fight for a country that won't help me when i'm down that will put terrorists over me and treat me like a clown i used to like being here, I used to be a fan i used to not want the last name Tran I was doomed to be dead, but not like this I have to be real, i must have to be to exist cause i am a youth of this fucked-up nation and i have a disabilty, still i get taxation I wish i didn't have to die to be recognized to be a youth of a nation fed not food but lies Thrown backward to hell...why do i even bother to work for the country that imprisons my father??Birth sign: Aries
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