Acceptance

something we all have strived for
one thing most people would die for
the ability to fit in and join something bigger than ones self
when what we really doing is selling our souls right off the shelf
we are so ready to be apart of anything we forget about the bigger picture
we give up our rights as an individual just so we can blend in witcha
see its easy for me to sit back and say this cuz i neva been the one to blend in
i stand out like a bum wit his thumb out and make my own trend
not one for the bright colors and the skinny jeans
when your about as popular as a pimpled preteen
not much to say for yourself when you look like everybody else
so what is you mix and match
you still come out looking like that
a damn clown caught in a paintball fight
but the more i see it the harder i fight
fight for my individuality
my freedom to be me
i mean sure its cool you and all your girls dressin like fools
parading around campus swearin yall shit is cool
when the next thing you know somebody point you out like look at dis fool
you snap react and say something smart back
but do you take time to think about the shit you put on your back?
we join in groups known for being hard so we can look the part
but when shit break out you ghost like the light in the dark
no where to be found but you wanna play hard now
such a clown
you should walk around wit your head down
we roll in bunches and take over tables at lunches
our crew
my fam
me and my dudes
all terms for the clicks we form
just to belong
no one wants to be alone and who wants to be alone?
sure nuff not me and him or she
but we dont have to sell our souls to put ourselves higher on that throne
you know that pedestal
where all the pretty girls and guys are
or the one that at 16 had a car
where becuz your in the club everynight makes you sumtype of star
but when you leave the club you know who you are
just like everybody else
but thats not what we tell ourselves
no way say we living the fab life and shit is gravy
but baby please believe the fab life will drive you crazy
we pop bottles and throw money
just to show we have it
yet when its gone you lookin like what happened?
typical story for all the fab boys and fab girls in the high or their glory
they fall soon and hard and crash like a 9/11 reenactment
when your alone you always wonder what happened..
its hard to say what one will do to belong
what length they will go to just to prove em wrong
you are a individual you are unique
yet you sound like the rest of your homeboys when you speak
smh....
i refuse to fold and become what the idiot box tells me too
so i would be just another fool if i followed you
if i didnt use my word to convey how i feel
but dressed like a 09 clown with all that mass appeal
i stick to my white tee jeans and tims
you keep the flash shit and save that for them
i have no interest
my heart is content
i dont have the need to belong
my uniqueness is heaven sent
so dont look at me as im wicked evil or wrong
just accept this as warning and move on
soon your trend will die
your fade will fade
and what will be left is a bunch of mindless groupies all drinking the kool-aid
sip sip and drink it down well cuz if this is how you want to be remember
well like i said you blend in so aint much to remember that well