Your Poetry Dot Com - somewhere i shouldnt be

here i am walking again in a neighborhood i dont belong
struggling to put my thoughts into song
just looking to find something to go for
before i burn myself out for no reason too long

I know youre here somewhere in theses streets
but i cant help feeling that this isnt where i should be
just searching for a reason to keep on going
cause i feel more nervous deeper in the community

Ive used up all my resources in my neighborhood
and a light tells me that this place is holding something very good
looking for nothing but i keep on walking
Im not at ease but he ignores the glares as he barely could

and to think, i put myself in this situation for one girl
and partially cause Im sick of the maturation of my little world
looking for something new and fresh
and keep convincing myself Im expecting a moral

Like maybe one day a street kid can live on this hill
but everyone looks down on me cause i dont have money to ignore bills
and i work for everything i earn
and so tired of the slums that Im forced to live at by will

i got one friend within the snobs
i barelly have a house, they have entire lots
american dream to be outta the downtown bleek
the community judging me for what i aint got

but i would rather be original than rich, i suppose
and if i had to become a brat to live there, i will oppose
im not ready to learn anything new
and downtown life is the only thing I know

so I'll walk with my head held high
knowing that i didnt achieve success through deceit and lies
spend more time with my friend on the in to spite them all
like the contamination of the naive, a real deal in their stepford lives

sad part is, Im considered a good citizen where i grew up
but there, im a failure who somehow screwed up
i aint rich, work 40 hours a week and think for myself
that was enough to make their head almost blew up

so i walk around, trying to find that one concrete rose
and teach her everything i was trained to know
the things they dont want to believe but its true
and i know you are ready and willing so lets go

i will find you, whether you are home or not
"lets go walk, past a bar, lot, bar, bar and another vacant lot
and this underneath us is a sidewalk
people use this to walk, i got a car but only one and the engines shot

you'll find more characters in one block than all your home gate
some good, some bad, just use instincts to differentiate
i may not like my area but atleast i feel at home
and i know you love it judging by the smile on your face"

and just as i imagine that scene in my mind
i get to the other end of the community, leaving time
its about a mile back home, i cant wait
walked past your house and didnt see a single sign

oh well, i guess ill go back to where i belong
and hopefully one day catch you out of the house and gone
i was just hoping you would see me walk by and say hi
but i knew i would end up wrong

guess i'll see you at the library or online
maybe a store or at the park sometime
cause like me, you feel odd in your community
maybe you would feel more at ease in mine

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