By the end of the day
I'ma be pulling my hair out
I can't bear the monotony
of cafe 'au lait faces
of bourgeouis composition
a sneer veneered under
cool disposition
comparing me to their
ever-changing slide rule, rendering me incosistent
to their standard of what someone with
my face should be
Shocked expressions on theirs
upon discovery that in addition
to hip hop, I like rock & rock
my individuality as proudly as any
walking poster in Malibu city
knowin he pretty
conversation full f sidity remarks
as he embarks on his
next shopping spree
I'd rather be free
live of my own witty volition
not let material possesions
rule my disposition
I'd rather be me
my worth is more than my shoes
inevitably
he'll come to see that
by refusing to delve any deeper
than fabric
he tragically
missed the chance to
get cool with
a rad chick
by refusing to resist his
judge-by-cover habit
he's found h imself stuck with
a mad clique of single-faceted
soon-to-be has-beens
with cash to spend
rent-a-center reputations
and disposable friends
showing their ass to the corporate
to ensure they'll always make ends meet.....What?
the FBI just repossed
Tyrone's Benz fleet?
i like readin material that blows my mind like that. makes you think more and try to feel the emotions that the writer was feeling while they were writing. not just the physical but also the emotional. I really liked it. one
