#OUTCASTMATTERTOO

Milk meet bowl Cereal meet milk drown them As they accumulate over one another Another pour of milk that meets With a spoon Its 2 and my addiction can't wait any More so my cold soup will B able to quench my appetite I have made this ode not to Cereal no but to my weirdness N its hard to understand So ill take a minute to explain The way you make ordinary objects heighten My senses my sense become Psychic envisioning more Than what's being said i always knew I was different trends ruling Never being my custom i stood out like The three Jewish boys In my bible story book Unknowingly bookin me a meeting with The school bullies fist meet face while Face u meet floor internal body Meets loneliness yet me being An outcast i ode out Cast expectations because i make my own I would rather make conversations with Walls that echo the same thought I define what paradox are My sanity only seem crazy to the simpleminded Never minded stares or whisper Which became my ora that sheltered me from This world i always love the attention anyway So i appreciate it My swag all ways on display But not in a good way “hey dont he look gay to u” or the cliche yeah he’s cute but Not my type im no Clone or different embodment of The same generation pool With nothing but designer on Me c the thrift fitted Alittle more comfortably i use to hate my Non average mind But i realized that its become far out Boring with out it i No longer base my on approvals Like the plaster paste on the walls to Keep things in shape im that Kid who sings to the almighty and wishes him prays That kid whose body counts on Sex is based on how far i get mentally Seeing the beauty within my Women b4 speaking that kid who turns up to chief But will scream my emotions out On pen meets paper that kid who will eat Cereal at 2 a.m in the morning So to the many wonders In my head i thank u