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[aid] => mick
[title] => somewhere i shouldnt be
[time] => 2009-06-01 12:06:27
[hometext] => this is kinda about a girl i am friends with who lives in a rich area of town while i am in the downtown area. it isnt quite beverly hills but theres a financial difference between the classes of people. i guess its kinda like lady and the tramp
[bodytext] => 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 [comments] => 0 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 43 [informant] => owkenny [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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