Different

Goes on about the people where I live and the behaviours and traits they have and my opinion in interactions between the people and my opinion on how I am going to live, ignoring the negative people.

F**k, where I am it's never boring

Always some type of event going on

Drunken people talking stupidity

Or the prostitutes on the curb making money

There's the crackhouse a few doors down

With many a drug busts, too many to count

The fucked up guy high as f**k

The crying woman, abused as all hell

You never know who you meet

Unless they uncover all their hidden secrets

For everyone has a different story

A story of their own, their life indeed.

Too many judgmental people

Like, even the cops like f**k

I could be in track pants and a sweater

And every cop and male thinks i'm a w***e

Like what world do we live in

To be looked down upon

To be judged by the shoes we wear

Or judged by the scars we carry

The way people treat others

Robberies just for drugs

Abuse for the thrill and adrenaline

The attention for the lonely ones

Before you treat someone like s**t

Put yourself in their shoes 

See what they go through 

And be a friend to someone in need

F**k what everyone else says

I'm going to be who I am 

F**k what people's opinions are

Because I'm the only one who's ME!!