Banned From Teen Arts - None More Black

I’m so stoked about breathable oxygen.

«so long"is thirty miles long.

City life is so not attractive, when paranoia’s gotten the best of me.

I look long and hard.

I’m always wrong.

Eight years and five months to blame for who I am today.

Think I was bored in New Jersey.

Old friends.

Still talk to some.

I’ll crawl back under the rock I came from.

Yea, I was born in new Jersey and it will die in me.

Spent some time away from my feelings.

While everything around me was crushing me for long.

Denying being wrong.

I broke down.

Built up.

Broke down.

I broke down.

Built up broke down twice.

That’s right.

I gotta song along.