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    [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<br />
struggling to put my thoughts into song<br />
just looking to find something to go for<br />
before i burn myself out for no reason too long<br />
<br />
I know youre here somewhere in theses streets<br />
but i cant help feeling that this isnt where i should be<br />
just searching for a reason to keep on going<br />
cause i feel more nervous deeper in the community<br />
<br />
Ive used up all my resources in my neighborhood<br />
and a light tells me that this place is holding something very good<br />
looking for nothing but i keep on walking<br />
Im not at ease but he ignores the glares as he barely could<br />
<br />
and to think, i put myself in this situation for one girl<br />
and partially cause Im sick of the maturation of my little world<br />
looking for something new and fresh<br />
and keep convincing myself Im expecting a moral<br />
<br />
Like maybe one day a street kid can live on this hill<br />
but everyone looks down on me cause i dont have money to ignore bills<br />
and i work for everything i earn<br />
and so tired of the slums that Im forced to live at by will<br />
<br />
i got one friend within the snobs<br />
i barelly have a house, they have entire lots<br />
american dream to be outta the downtown bleek<br />
the community judging me for what i aint got<br />
<br />
but i would rather be original than rich, i suppose<br />
and if i had to become a brat to live there, i will oppose<br />
im not ready to learn anything new<br />
and downtown life is the only thing I know<br />
<br />
so I'll walk with my head held high<br />
knowing that i didnt achieve success through deceit and lies<br />
spend more time with my friend on the in to spite them all<br />
like the contamination of the naive, a real deal in their stepford lives<br />
<br />
sad part is, Im considered a good citizen where i grew up<br />
but there, im a failure who somehow screwed up<br />
i aint rich, work 40 hours a week and think for myself<br />
that was enough to make their head almost blew up<br />
<br />
so i walk around, trying to find that one concrete rose<br />
and teach her everything i was trained to know<br />
the things they dont want to believe but its true<br />
and i know you are ready and willing so lets go<br />
<br />
i will find you, whether you are home or not<br />
"lets go walk, past a bar, lot, bar, bar and another vacant lot<br />
and this underneath us is a sidewalk<br />
people use this to walk, i got a car but only one and the engines shot<br />
<br />
you'll find more characters in one block than all your home gate<br />
some good, some bad, just use instincts to differentiate<br />
i may not like my area but atleast i feel at home<br />
and i know you love it judging by the smile on your face"<br />
<br />
and just as i imagine that scene in my mind<br />
i get to the other end of the community, leaving time<br />
its about a mile back home, i cant wait<br />
walked past your house and didnt see a single sign<br />
<br />
oh well, i guess ill go back to where i belong<br />
and hopefully one day catch you out of the house and gone<br />
i was just hoping you would see me walk by and say hi<br />
but i knew i would end up wrong<br />
<br />
guess i'll see you at the library or online<br />
maybe a store or at the park sometime<br />
cause like me, you feel odd in your community<br />
maybe you would feel more at ease in mine<br />
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                                                            <b>somewhere i shouldnt be</b>
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                                                        <font class="tiny"><b>Date:</b> Monday, 1st June 2009 @ 12:06:27 PM AEST<br><b>Topic:</b> Sad Poetry</font><br><br>
                                                        <font class="content">Contributed By: owkenny<br><br>
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                                                       here i am walking again in a neighborhood i dont belong<br />
struggling to put my thoughts into song<br />
just looking to find something to go for<br />
before i burn myself out for no reason too long<br />
<br />
I know youre here somewhere in theses streets<br />
but i cant help feeling that this isnt where i should be<br />
just searching for a reason to keep on going<br />
cause i feel more nervous deeper in the community<br />
<br />
Ive used up all my resources in my neighborhood<br />
and a light tells me that this place is holding something very good<br />
looking for nothing but i keep on walking<br />
Im not at ease but he ignores the glares as he barely could<br />
<br />
and to think, i put myself in this situation for one girl<br />
and partially cause Im sick of the maturation of my little world<br />
looking for something new and fresh<br />
and keep convincing myself Im expecting a moral<br />
<br />
Like maybe one day a street kid can live on this hill<br />
but everyone looks down on me cause i dont have money to ignore bills<br />
and i work for everything i earn<br />
and so tired of the slums that Im forced to live at by will<br />
<br />
i got one friend within the snobs<br />
i barelly have a house, they have entire lots<br />
american dream to be outta the downtown bleek<br />
the community judging me for what i aint got<br />
<br />
but i would rather be original than rich, i suppose<br />
and if i had to become a brat to live there, i will oppose<br />
im not ready to learn anything new<br />
and downtown life is the only thing I know<br />
<br />
so I'll walk with my head held high<br />
knowing that i didnt achieve success through deceit and lies<br />
spend more time with my friend on the in to spite them all<br />
like the contamination of the naive, a real deal in their stepford lives<br />
<br />
sad part is, Im considered a good citizen where i grew up<br />
but there, im a failure who somehow screwed up<br />
i aint rich, work 40 hours a week and think for myself<br />
that was enough to make their head almost blew up<br />
<br />
so i walk around, trying to find that one concrete rose<br />
and teach her everything i was trained to know<br />
the things they dont want to believe but its true<br />
and i know you are ready and willing so lets go<br />
<br />
i will find you, whether you are home or not<br />
"lets go walk, past a bar, lot, bar, bar and another vacant lot<br />
and this underneath us is a sidewalk<br />
people use this to walk, i got a car but only one and the engines shot<br />
<br />
you'll find more characters in one block than all your home gate<br />
some good, some bad, just use instincts to differentiate<br />
i may not like my area but atleast i feel at home<br />
and i know you love it judging by the smile on your face"<br />
<br />
and just as i imagine that scene in my mind<br />
i get to the other end of the community, leaving time<br />
its about a mile back home, i cant wait<br />
walked past your house and didnt see a single sign<br />
<br />
oh well, i guess ill go back to where i belong<br />
and hopefully one day catch you out of the house and gone<br />
i was just hoping you would see me walk by and say hi<br />
but i knew i would end up wrong<br />
<br />
guess i'll see you at the library or online<br />
maybe a store or at the park sometime<br />
cause like me, you feel odd in your community<br />
maybe you would feel more at ease in mine<br />                                                        <br>
                                                        <br>This poem is Copyright © owkenny<br><br>
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