So I plug into myself
Listen to my own tunes
Create my own rhythm
Dance to my own beat
Fighting to avoid the shame that comes with defeat
Preaching to me a mile a minute
How I should be, how I should live in it
From the time I open my eyes in the morning
To the moment I close them again at night
Im fed smokes screens and mirrors, fragile like glasses
Empty and drone like they want me to be like the masses
Ghetto superstar, or chocolate skin with pretentious blonde extensions
This is what they forget to mention
When they gather us all to participate
And become brainwashed in at their universal conventions
Fighting temptation and just trying to be
What do they call it
I think it was
T.V
(words on my back in poster)
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