Give me your tired, your Poor, Your Huddled masses YEARNING to breathe Free.
The Wretched Refused of your Teaming Shore.
For i am for the MAD ones, those who are mad to love, mad to talk, mad to be saved, who never YAWN or say a COMMON PLACE thing, but BURN BURN BURN like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the sky.
Send these, The HOmeless, the WEAK, tempest-tossed to me.
I lift MY lamp beside the Golden DOOR.
I come off kinda strange to some folk. Guess you could say "mama raised me to be nice and try and be nice to other people" well kids, mamma did a good job so ii'm sorry if i pulled over on the freeway to see if you with your hazard lights on and your blown tire was "ok and needed some help"..
ya'll know what i'm tryin to say, i aint that creepy dude in his mom's basement. i'm older than i look (I'LL NEVER TELL...HAHaH from that creepy movie.. maybe.. lol) and aint no such things as half way crooks. i think. I am grown, i speak with ebonical flare due to watching way to much katt williams and other various "ethnic" comediens, by that i mean black... white people.. which i guess i'm one of ( although i am adopted sooooo could be spanish or norweigen or something cool) we just aint that funny. so quit tryin to be(i just contradicted myself if ya didnt catch that) WHATIS THE POINTEEEEEE?
Uhh... there is none? sorry to dissapoint you all.. but this is my music SO FAR, i'm workin on some NEEEW stuff. CLAIRE!zAP leave me alone i'm WORKIN ON IT!!! !OK haha sorry had to throw that one in there.. umm all my songs are kinda different if your into nothing but screaming the "clownin round" one is me literally "putting crap together of the top of my head in my living room" and it didnt suck that bad so i put it up. Any other questions just ask.
