keep in mind, this whole thing is only partially true, i'm not a druggi or alcaholic, neither have i done either of those things. They were simply helpful assets to the song.
I have,
I've been isolated and stuck on an island against-
All the preps and wigga's who think that they are da shit,
even though they are the ones who are really the fit.
They give you that ghetto lean, and the two fingers of peace,
and all you can do is laugh at the pale little mans defeat.
You look at the people who you once thought were your friends,
only to find out that they been plotting to break ur defense.
You realize you don't belong, and begin to recluse,
and that's when you realize that they're better off without you.
They laugh at ur futile efforts to rejoin with your home,
and they wonder what has made you so fuckin' wrong.
But they just don't understand, living alone for so long,
that social skills come with time, time that i didn't get.
So they begin to poke fun, at the youngest kid,
two years they have, on the growing bid.
I like to write, songs, poems, ect.
they look at me like i'm gay, although i'm straight as a board.
What does it matter to them?
I'm simply skin and bone,
although this skin and bone came with a musical asset.
My words flow with tunes like pole dancers at earnies,
and they way i rock the beat is like a man on a journey to
find his real place, where he fits into life
where he can be free not worry and strive cuz i've been:
X2 chorus
isolated and stabbed,
educated and bagged on,
poked fun of and of course been shunned to the side but,
it doens't matter cuz one day they'll see,
they'll see me and my band rockin' up in DC
they'll all be beggin' to get their tickets,
to see Midnight Riots debut with their chicks man,
but then they'll get their turn to be shunned,
and be pushed to the side like a midget in the way.
They'll learn the meaning of revenge from the "little kid"
but only then will they figure out what they did to me,
they, started a fire, let the kindles burn,
started the inferno inside my once blistering heart and now,
they realize that i've been:
X2 chorus
isolated and stabbed,
educated and bagged on,
poked fun of and of course been shunned to the side but,
it doesn't matter cuz one day they'll se,
they'll see me and my band rockin' up in DC and i've been
Poetry by Painful Profits
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Written on 2006-05-22 at 05:38
Tags Song Conformism Rebellion
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Let Me Be Myself, and Be Yourself! NEVER CONFORM TO ANYTHING! REBEL!!!
Have you ever been stuck in place that you don't belong?I have,
I've been isolated and stuck on an island against-
All the preps and wigga's who think that they are da shit,
even though they are the ones who are really the fit.
They give you that ghetto lean, and the two fingers of peace,
and all you can do is laugh at the pale little mans defeat.
You look at the people who you once thought were your friends,
only to find out that they been plotting to break ur defense.
You realize you don't belong, and begin to recluse,
and that's when you realize that they're better off without you.
They laugh at ur futile efforts to rejoin with your home,
and they wonder what has made you so fuckin' wrong.
But they just don't understand, living alone for so long,
that social skills come with time, time that i didn't get.
So they begin to poke fun, at the youngest kid,
two years they have, on the growing bid.
I like to write, songs, poems, ect.
they look at me like i'm gay, although i'm straight as a board.
What does it matter to them?
I'm simply skin and bone,
although this skin and bone came with a musical asset.
My words flow with tunes like pole dancers at earnies,
and they way i rock the beat is like a man on a journey to
find his real place, where he fits into life
where he can be free not worry and strive cuz i've been:
X2 chorus
isolated and stabbed,
educated and bagged on,
poked fun of and of course been shunned to the side but,
it doens't matter cuz one day they'll see,
they'll see me and my band rockin' up in DC
they'll all be beggin' to get their tickets,
to see Midnight Riots debut with their chicks man,
but then they'll get their turn to be shunned,
and be pushed to the side like a midget in the way.
They'll learn the meaning of revenge from the "little kid"
but only then will they figure out what they did to me,
they, started a fire, let the kindles burn,
started the inferno inside my once blistering heart and now,
they realize that i've been:
X2 chorus
isolated and stabbed,
educated and bagged on,
poked fun of and of course been shunned to the side but,
it doesn't matter cuz one day they'll se,
they'll see me and my band rockin' up in DC and i've been
Poetry by Painful Profits
Read 785 times
Written on 2006-05-22 at 05:38
Tags Song Conformism Rebellion
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