a poem i typed while visiting my sister & lynze in philly
Who the fuck am i?
Prep rock poser
Run over by a dozer
Cant rap for crap
Aint got no dap
What’s my style?
Gay boi soldier
Gotta find a boi that’s older
Stay up late cus I aint got a date
Fight or die bitch
I got this fuckin itch
Its crawlin inside and I can’t hide
Behind this wall of shame
Who am I to blame
My father, mother
Aint got no brother or other
Influence to guide my life
So much strife
Drive my fuckin integra
Speeding down 8th ave
Fliyin by your grandma
I drive to pass the time away
To think about a better day
This one isn’t workin
My busted ass is still jerkin
By myself I cry and wonder
I gotta find out before I’m under
The solid ground I go
But I don’t have to lie
My life isn’t perfect
But what fun would that be
There’s so much love around me
I just gotta find the right identity
The one who stands tall
And doesn’t like to fall
The one who gets by late at night
And doesn’t want to fight
With his family
I try to act calm
But they just can’t understand
They try to know who I am
But if I don’t know
Then how can they?
Too much, too fast
I just gotta pass my class
Then get my ass out the door
I’m the one gonna go for more
Get to the fuckin store
If only a year older
Buy some damn Bacardi
And pass the fuck out
That’s the way it’s gonna be
Act like a hypocrite
Don’t do that, but that’s ok
Go steal that, don’t have to pay
Yeah this now sucks
I’m so damn tired
Legs cramping up
Bitch and complain
What did I expect?
So much for this night
Glare of light
Right back at me
Too much for me to see
It doesn’t go my way
I should just go away.
it just sums up my feelings that I have had about myself and my identity.