We're all on a grey scale in one open zone, still you have to be a gender, not to be alone it's automatic, the things that are expected of you, little sister can't be a brute I wanna shut my ears when you're talking to me, 'cause I can't act in opposition while I'm down on my knees, all these already brainwashed before their brain-cells set sail
you better read your John Gray in this Kentucky fried sty you better stand up while you pee and you better know why it's automatic about which subject you're expected to speak little brother can't be weak the little boys already know the football rules and when they hear I don't they think I'm a fool the little girls are full-grown princesses, and those who aren't are spaced-out oddities
think about it, does it really upset you so did you think about those things when you where younger it doesn't matter, cause those things are always round to be found
it's all so easy, in your academic little crowd, but when you get out in the real world, you're not so proud, of you're opinions there's no reason to get into debate, Mr. Revelation came too late
it's getting hard to know what's black or white it's getting hard to tell my left foot from my right it's getting hard to say what I'm talking about but as this angry persona, I have no doubt...