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"They Say"


They tell me i am nothing but that beat down broken up speck of poverty level dirt on that congressman's shoe. They say I couldn't be a musician because my beats don't flow and my soprano isn't whistle toned and my guitar isn't electric. They say that to be more than that speck of dirt or that penny in the parking lot with the fake Cheshire cats grin that keeps getting stepped on I've got to be a skinny Minnie neon high-tops hipster bieber white chick who came from nothing. but i am already something because guess what you noticed me.
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