She's probably good at math, she probably aced the class, she probably never kissed a boy, she probably smells of trash.
They saw her walking past the lockers, all the kids would laugh,
Any given chance, the kids would call her yandere Chan.
But what if she was actually mad, and she was from us,
And what if actually that was me, I'm actually into rap.
My favorite thing is music, I'm bad at math,
I have a friend, he's Cuban, my other friend is Jewish,
But giving all these labels to my friends is pretty useless.
We're all connected, every color, creed, race or sex,
The only way I gain perspective: if my judgment's laid to rest.
'Cause all we want is some respect, they put that on my name,
I'm balling every day to be the hottest in the game.
My skin and face will never change, that's just the way I'm made,
I know that every life is beautiful, I'll never be ashamed.