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transitioning Brenda
Tried convincing him by bringing in someone transgender
But Brenda doesn't understand how ish makes sense
Was told he's born a woman, no

understand how shit makes sense
Was told he's born a woman, no plastic or fake breasts
Brenda left, told his folks, I've had enough!
Why can't I be a boy

America can not see anything
History was written by the winners

Everybody's someone else's nigg​er
I know you are, so am I
I wasn't born with enough middle

Yeah
Jacquees said, yeah, yeah

I'm a young, Black Maynard, mama gospel singer
Daddy dope slanger, born from the anger
Tryna work a angle, get

John Wilkes Booth

Tony Rice

Native American

1988

John Wilkes Booth was a southern man,
Born of an actor in Maryland,
Bound for fortune on a gas-lit stage,
Bound to die at a tender age.

and
Since the day I was born
Lord I'm a sinner Selah
Since the very day I was born
Lord I'm a winner
People think they can be you
Check them days in BU
From

Since I was born I was bad at this
Didn't read palm or check a syllabus
Barking with my dogs when we reminisce
We was off the leash plotting dividends

no paper I ain't in the mood 
I died before ain't got shit to prove Born winner how can I lose 
Need a chemist for all this dog food

The snakes in

describe pain, pleasure, hate and love.
It can be used as a verb, both intransitive – Mary was fucked by John
And transitive – John fucked Mary.
As an adverb

familiar fields,
Not yet had perish'd, when his lonely doom
Came suddenly to an end.  Another ship
(She wanted water) blown by baffling winds,
Like the Good

To Beat the Devil

Kris Kristofferson

Kristofferson

1970

I was born a lonely singer
And I'm bound to die the same
But I've gotta feed the hunger in my soul
And if I never have a nickel
I won't ever die

The Grind Date

De La Soul

Cornerstone Mixtape, No. 64: August 04

2004

inherit the debt
You can bet I got better things to do than that
I was a dick who got jerked by Tom and his boys
Came on my land, seized my cattle,

I was born by the river
In a little tent
Oh, and just like the river I've been running
Ever since
I just had to let 'em know, know, know
Everything I

I don't care what you think
I'm sorry mama, I was born for this
I don't care what you think
I'm sorry papa, I was made by this

Yeah, I was born

The River

Badlands

Dusk

1999

from his lip
Everyone ?round thinks he's so bad 
He's really not that cool, no 

And I know the reasons why 
Deep inside he's not alive
He was born by

Step in the Arena

Gang Starr

Step in the Arena

1991

to kill you and advance to
The winner's throne, cause I own you once you step in the arena

In the arenak, or rather coliseum
There's people gatherin by

Juicy

The Notorious B.I.G.

Ready to Die

1994

paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid

by an accident
Baby girl born free till she sees…

Fear of the foreigner on internet forums
I furrow my brow
Burrow our past
Rummage around till I see…

Irresponsible Hate Anthem

Marilyn Manson

Dead to the World

1998

can not see anything
America can not see anything
History was written by the winner

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck, fuck, fuck

Everybody's

(I'm Your) Hoochie Coochie Man

Lou Rawls

Shades of Blue

1981

Gypsy woman told my mama
'While 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama
He'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls
Turn your

(Yo, I see you, my nigga)

I was born in the Town but feel like the Rich birthed us
My mama was so clutch, scared to let me on my first bus
She ain't

believed in me
Now they tryna rap
Don't @ me come to my face and face the facts
You're a loser
Ever since I was born I been a winner
Bazam'undokhela

'm throwing up 100s you Know I be flexing
They was selling them drugs and my homie was hitting
He a father too young but his daughter ain't missing
I do this

the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri (what's up?)