Sticking to what I know best,
I’m just a product of my generation,
Fucked up and full of ideals,
Thoughts that my parents think they can quell,
But they just help me to rise to my knees, speak, and breathe,
Sorry mom and dad but it is soon to be my world,
And I have time to recreate,
Already biting the bullet since I was an infant,
The hardest part seems to be, keeping me contained,
Since I was raised in such a connected age,
You know I believe gays can get married as long as I perceive,
We already did our adolescent time; let’s search for something divine,
Like tolerance of another,
Not simply because of their skin color,
But because they are a brother,
I think it’s alright not to look to the skies,
For answers Earth can derive,
Like how I evolved from an ape after others went extinct,
Realizing what is best,
Our children are the remedy to society’s unrest,
When you let them develop a tolerant cortex,
We already bit the bullet as we grew,
We already know what must become the norm,
To breed tolerance is to breed the cure,
How can we not embrace those that know better?
How can we not receive those that can remedy this place we call home?
May the racism rise from your veins,
May you realize that two guys loving one and another,
Is as lovely as the way I feel towards my girlfriend,
May you see that children with two mommies or daddies,
Are maybe as happy as I was with the heterosexuals that raised me,
Sticking to what I know best,
I think its right to tolerate,
The processes of humanity,
How precious is it when you can breed?
A tolerant being,
How wonderful when we better a place founded by thieves, slaveholders and maniacs with cufflinks.