Its interesting that the only interest in early twenty teens is experimenting with brain chemistry.
I haven’t seen some of you sober for more than a week.
That just makes you look weak.
Let me speak,
I know what its like to get a whiff of a toxic antidote,
Even when you fuck with coke, it won’t make you stay woke.
Even if all you do is toke, you still look like a joke.
Its interesting the way how I see things,
Everyone feels the need to pop out a baby or be given a ring.
What happened to being in our twenties?
What happened to discovering ourselves?
I’ve been the most independent I have ever been in my entire life;
Which makes me think,
“Shit, I don’t want to be anyone’s wife”.
But that’s just a 21 year old me thought.
Love felt like his knife to my throat,
He fucked everyone but me,
So I know he thought of us as a joke.
And when he left me on the concrete floor,
Cold New Years night,
I don’t want this shit anymore.
You spat in my face I’m a whore-
When really I hit my books to help me soar.
You lied to me like a religion,
But wouldn’t lie with me unless I gave you Christian Dior.
But you still called me a whore?
What a mother fucking bore.
You think you are better now?
Honey, you are behind bars,
You only say that cause I’m not around.
I got tired being projected as a clown, my frown used to hold to pieces gravel you smeared my face into.
There’s nothing that you can undo.
You never did,
Have a clue.
I’m working on an empire that needn’t the burden of a bloodsucking vampire.
I tire of childish games, they are so lame now-a-days.
While some of my generation is stuck in play; I’m in a hyper-drive to improve my life.
A word of advise,
Once you stop viewing the worlds opinions, you stop being a minion.
Only a first.
You quench a thirst for independence and freedom,
Some, may have not ever realized they needed.