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Mar 2016
Punk, Hoodlum, Delinquent,
I'm the one who's the heathen
While your the one who's deceiving
Never asked for help finding an identity
I don't need something to believe in
Maybe some answers on why I'm still breathing
Nobody to trust, even Pastors slither when preaching
Rebel, Insurgent, Agitator
Obtained the belief "The Man" can't shape me
I'm not as easy as some of my peers
I won't just let you mentally **** me
That's why teachers,police and parents
All corrupted officials hate me
I'm not tied to religion
So not even your crucifix can break me
Indigo, ******, Alien**
This puzzle piece too deviant to fit in your society
My blood too filled with Bohemian pride you see
I fell to this planet when our stars collided
It was depressing to find so many people divided
So I'm fixing my shuttle to travel back to Planet X
No I won't listen to your mixtapes on the way
If its just a ballad on guns, thoties and ***
Money and drugs aren't moral values they're demerits
Peace, Knowledge and Love what we all must inherit
Corona Harris
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