Say Baby .
Jamming The roots .
Break you off .
People ask me why i am how i am .
I go places and people stare at my hair .
They whisper and i catch their glares .
And they ask me ,
" Why are you different ? "
Some of them talk shit .
But when i turn around .
I can't hear anything that anyone said
wheni was turned around .
Because they fear what i am capable of .
Because i am not like you ,
I don't buy my clothes to impress you .
I don't wear what i wear to make your day .
I do what i do because i am misunderstood .
I fit into no stylish catergories .
Because i don't really know what I'm labeled as .
People like to stick me in between scene and boyish .
Because i wear neon colors with a undrcrwn shrit and ripped up skinnies .
You don't try to be different
because when you try to be different ,
you end up being the same .
Because everybody is trying to be different .
and we live in a period of time where everybody wants to be "unique"
That word is overused .
Forget being accepted .
Take what you see .
You don't like it ?
Who cares .
Bye .
I gotta go grub .
Peace and much love to you .
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
