they make me sick...

i look at your clothes
your hair style
your jeans
your kicks and that coooooool t you think noone else has
and i go on
studying the nuances of the expression you know isn't yours
you have been spending too much time with that cool kid at school
that kid that
slangs those sweet words of revolution

you know what schoooooool you came from
sometimes you derivative is a derivative of some cognitive @#$@^^#@
who do you really think you are is what i want to know
i could list a whole bunch of revolutionaries
and none of them would match the ferocity of your brand name
what do revolutionaries wear anyway?

anyways, i made my point
and you're probably thinking
is he talking about me? or rather... us?
no..
for the love of you, i am not
you are my hope.. free poets... always be free
and forget the trends. and the way you think you are supposed to speak into the mic.
and do you. fuck they rules. fuck they scripts. fuck they scores.
and.
fuck they.
schools.

peace

@}-,-`-

"People talkin' but they just don't know,
What's in my heart, and why I love you so.
I love you baby like a miner loves gold.
Come on sugar, let the good times roll. hey!"
- The Undeniable Jimi Hendrix