prograp crap but oh well

[mostdefinitely]

i only identify with identity conflicts
life's a bitch when the damn shoe fits
i grew up almost rich
but i stick it to my niche
escaped the 'burbs to kick it on the curb
embrace my inner nerd
got back my self-worth

you can unlearn the pain
the chains youth laid on your brain
if god came today to see girls on myspace
accepting their fates as meat on a plate
she'd shake her damn head and some of the blame
because every damn day it's more of the same
only idiots claim it ain't fame
ridiculous that more aren't ashamed
when kids are dying out front of your door
you're still playing that more money game

cos it's never sufficient
this cycle is vicious
you'll always feel empty
cos you're so narcissistic

brush the teen years off like
dust from the wing of a moth
you say you wasted time being soft
when really that's a game for the lost
what's culture, but exclusion
what's this art but illusion
it gets so confusing--when in context it's bullshit
they tell you value can't come from some young bum
they tell you the gs you rake in rank over the fun
but who cares what it runs for when the artist is done for
turned sheep by corporation-sanctioned free speech