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Fuck Them


Fuck the way they make us structure our artistic development

Rendering us incapable of makin out our own sentences

I ain't ashamed to say 

The library is my sanctuary

Because my knowledge is the only thing they can't take frm me

Hopefully one day my fam won't be ashamed of my art

N my soul's satisfaction won't be that of a rank on a chart

I'm heartless

Cus I'm soulful

So full of soul

Make boys s-s-stutter

I outgrown most a the folks that I grew up wit

Cus they can't keep up wit my dreams n the way that I live

Some even got kids n are gettin engaged

No hate but all I give a fuck about is my grades

Cus ima nerd at heart

I give a fuck about me

Makin money's my art

But ion work in the streets

I almost dropped out thrice

This system dnt let yu breathe

I'd rather b admired n adored than be abhorred for bein a whore

My haters congregate n try to dictate how I should live my life

Y'all mothafuckas make basic music

Think ya shit slap cus yu put some bass into it

I sleep n take care of myself

So I can take care of my wealth

Young and I'm rich

Consumin substances to suppress my intelligence

5/16/2013

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Atlas Cortez

Hayward, CA. Philosopher, artist, mental nomad.

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