• Sitting here, writing this s**t like,
    How the ******** can I forget about it?
    I hate the way things are
    And it's hard for them to tell.
    THEM being ignorant ******** creatures
    That go around talking like their ordained ******** preachers.
    Judging me and s**t, who the ******** are you?
    You don't know the things I've done
    And s**t that I've been through.
    I'm a work in progress,
    And I KNOW what I'm doing:
    So shut your ******** b***h-a** mouth
    And let me ******** do me.
    Yeah. "Let me ******** do me."
    Trying on the new me.
    But trying on the me's hard when everyone's so moody.
    There's no room for the new me..
    So Preacher, please excuse me.
    Cause I live in a place where change is welcomed just like Curry.
    My family HATES Curry.
    & I hate this ******** story.
    I'm 16 and in no where~
    It's like I'm trapped with no air,
    Living in this dull place,
    Scratching just the surface,
    Moving at a slow pace,
    Ideas of them are erased,
    I need to find my own place,
    and sanctify a new space.