To all the mean people out there,
i hope you hear my words...
Streets of Imagination
My castle is this cardboard box...
As the year ends,
and we try to start a new...
And drugs are the only thing to eat for breakfast.
lately i can only respect my addiction, the lies...
She stands on the footpath,
a smile on her face...
Food is like a poison to me,
making me get so fat...
We mindlessly scurry and scuttle,
To work, To home, To bed...
Whispers,
Fluttering in the breeze...
I remember a time when it was ok to question,
To ask why that girl was a different colour...
Bow down now
and you'll be as cattle...
How come I was always lesser?
I was never the same...
I'm tired of persecution, because of my white skin
As though my face defines me and shows my every...