straight out of Compton, or my mind, both are gangster
My name is Justin
I write poems, not the usual poems, but poems none the less
I paint, not the friendliest of paintings, but paintings none the less
I play music
left handed
drums
guitars
bass
bongos
keyboards
all of it
backward
with feeling
but its music none the less
I have ideas
I don't speak of them to many
backward
with melodic paint syllables
but it's hard to listen
I want to impress someone
but I don't
It's a feeling none the less
I have a past
The kind that wont leave you alone
I dont't blame my mother
I blame the drugs
I blame the men
my man
father
I never knew your face
but your name ended with isn't coming again
But my mother
my father
none the less
I don't eat meat
I don't eat everyday
I'm huger that you
none the less
I'm funny
or so they say
I'm something none the less
I had love once
four letter words and sexual organs got in the way
but I had it none the less
I gave my brother all the money I had
the go to rehab
my mother told me I was wrong
for trying
but wrong none the less
I have a job
facading it
but a job none the less
I am different
from what you think I am
but I am "just like every other guy"
less than none