I get tired of it
The guys who write "poems" just to try to pick up on women
Cliche ridden hunks of text depending upon abstractions to seem deep
Yes I know this work is subjective, yes I know I'm not one to judge
But I can smell the real thing brother, and it doesn't smell like you
You don't HAVE to do this **** sitting up late juggling concepts too broad to pin down
You don't HAVE to sit down and pour it out before it erupts into a case of bad attitude.
You're far more interested in seeming deep, while the deep are far more interested in surviving
You want to front like you're a cool guy, like you've gotten in touch with all of the rally calls, and you're up on all the obscurities that anyone in the know should have a handle on
I don't give a **** what music you think is superior, or what author you feel your style most closely resembles, because you don't have a voice of your own
When you've got some **** to say, say it, own it, and put a real voice behind it, otherwise don't waste my time.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
I get tired of it
The guys who write "poems" just to try to pick up on women
Cliche ridden hunks of text depending upon abstractions to seem deep
Yes I know this work is subjective, yes I know I'm not one to judge
But I can smell the real thing brother, and it doesn't smell like you
You don't HAVE to do this **** sitting up late juggling concepts too broad to pin down
You don't HAVE to sit down and pour it out before it erupts into a case of bad attitude.
You're far more interested in seeming deep, while the deep are far more interested in surviving
You want to front like you're a cool guy, like you've gotten in touch with all of the rally calls, and you're up on all the obscurities that anyone in the know should have a handle on
I don't give a **** what music you think is superior, or what author you feel your style most closely resembles, because you don't have a voice of your own
When you've got some **** to say, say it, own it, and put a real voice behind it, otherwise don't waste my time.
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