it’s tough living here nowadays
swimming in clothing and “cooler” ways
what do we do, smoke the drugs? drink the drinks?
all this shit’s got my mind meddling
walk the walk and talk the words
or talk the talk? this is absurd
it’s hard standing in the light field
everyone’s watching me and how i feel
what’s acceptable and what’s not?
is it the kids that smoke the pot
trip on acid, swing their hair to the
beat of metal music and blankly stare?
maybe it’s the gucci bags swinging from their wrists
making poorer kids like us have it hard to resist
running to a store and stealing that shit.
but then of course we’re caught and hit.
i sit and watch him buy these cool things
he doesn’t have to beg, but i do and it stings
life’s unfair when it comes down to the core.
fitting in is starting to become a bore.