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11-10-03, 01:05 PM | #1 | ||
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life’s LABELing factory
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12:38 groups of 5 bunches chatting and tucking into there lunches
split from tha others sitting wit hunches like packs of herds wit grudges the atmosphere never fully peaceful always someone deceitful each reacting wit there peoples they comfortable coz they all equal no admission or permission to cross each others fences sky high with personal defenses not at all socially attentive emotionally they don’t give a shit as long as they are were they fit well where think they do coz they never try and test tha limits tha 1st group dressed all dark its the Goths n Metlers meeting part he’s closely into art, he acts emotionless but he’s a real expresser at heart parents wonder were did there parenting slip-up, and how bad was there luck their marriage is failing buy he never got told, and this leads him to his self struck mold he doesn’t know what and who to be, so he only could express him self darkly locks himself in his black n white room, plays a lil iron maiden turns up tha volume next the fresh pretty young ladies, who change there collage dates daily people say maybe its coz she think they are better than younger boys be she want the nice cars and money, she thinks she deserve being called honey but its not like she doesn’t get enough love, the school have to respect her even tha thugs coz if she didn’t keep give daddy hugs then tha school couldn’t get tha computers and plugs even the football teams uniform, coz daddy’s money keeps out the windy rainstorms a skate board passes ma path, its glides towards the entrance of tha music class I glance at the ‘skaters’ and ‘punk-rockers’ place, sitting player guitar n bass He’s Lost in his dreams of being famous, writing hit singles that turn contagious A tour bus full of groupies thriving on for success, and making sure his bands called ‘the best’ For some reason he look outrageously calm, collective in his world but still recognized as a jack ass He does crazy stunts to impress the girl he wanted, she wanted his other side then tha 1 he flaunted she was the girl in all his lyrics, but she though of him as a friend and never anything of it 2nd to last I passed the hip-hoppers, chilling with there boom box bopping she was outgoing but peacefully shaped, bruised knuckles from beating her life from hate she had her own opinion and was never scared to show, she was taught to being from tha ghetto everyone’s for them self but she cared for more, tried to give everyone love but her heart was torn coz she never received nutin back, so she smoke to relax and fixated on rap and the last was the lost soul, I’m confused of which world I should involve she sits wit people but feels alone, they want her to be like them but she cant clone she tries to fit in different groups but she rejected, changes her ways to see if its effective coz all she wanna do is get along wit everyone, ima peace keeper from when she begun looks are deceiving n all they do is judge, she would hate back but she cant hold a grudge they jut kick her when she attempts it, don’t believe her when she’s nice for there benefit Stop hating on each other, discriminating ,evaluating what’s wrong and making me feel so small If I had Gods Hands I’d demand a remand on this land and you wouldn’t be here at all I DON’T GET THIS world I DON’T UNDERSTAND people I DON’T UNDERSTAND Stereotypes WHY CANT WE ALL BE peaceful But I suppose if this label factory got closed We wouldn’t be the unique person we each chose.
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