Sticks And Stones Can Break My Bones, But Words Will Only Make Me Hold On Harder To My God (just try to take me down, I dare you)

So, once again, I am writing to you about the school situation. It seems that the same girl from the previous post has been recruiting... there are now 2-3 girls that find it hilarious to spout off "Jewish pimp" "Jesus was a pimp" or "Jesus was a Jewish pimp" when ever they are in the vicinity of me. I have been doing very well ignoring them. I don't even scowl. I force myself to keep my expression calm, and I act like I don't hear them. I have considered telling the principle, but I will not give them the satisfaction of thinking that they got to me. Therefore, this is all I will say for now:

"Revolution"

If I'm here all alone
If I'm left behind
If they spit in my face
If they hate my kind

I will rise above
I will live for love
I will answer to the call
For the bond between
For the depth unseen
For my God forsake it all

'Cause I'm a fire
I'm a flood
I'm a revolution
I am a war
Already won
I'm a revolution

When the world is at war
When the grace is gone
When the hungry lay dead
While the rich live on

Here I stand
Open hands
Waiting for You
I won't back down
I'll live to speak Your truth

"Jesus Freak"

[What will people think
when they hear that I’m a Jesus freak?
What will people do
when they find that’s its true? ]

Separated, I cut myself clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all the me I’ve divorced

I saw a man with tat on his big fat belly
It wiggled around like marmalade jelly
It took me a while to catch what it said
Cause I had to match the rhythm
Of his belly with my head
Jesus saves is what it raved in a typical tattoo green
He stood on a box in the middle of the city
And claimed he had a dream

(chorus)
What will people think
When they hear that I’m a Jesus freak
What will people do when they find that its true
I don’t really care if they label me a Jesus freak
There aint no disguising the truth

Kamikaze, my death is gain
I’ve been marked by my maker
A peculiar display
The high and lofty, they see me as weak
Cause I wont live and die for the power they seek

There was a man from the desert with naps in his head
The sand that he walked was also his bed
The words that he spoke made the people assume
There wasn’t too much left in the upper room
With skins on his back and hair on his face
They thought he was strange by the locusts he ate
The Pharisees tripped when they heard him speak
Until the king took the head of this Jesus freak

(repeat chorus 2x)

People say I’m strange, does it make me a stranger
That my best friend was born in a manger
People say I’m strange, does it make me a stranger
That my best friend was born in a manger

(repeat chorus 2x)

What will people think
[what will people think]
What will people do
[what will people do]
I don’t really care
[what else can I say]
There aint no disguising the truth
[Jesus is the way]