Something Someone Jr.

My spine just squinted and my eye is weak

I can't find peace in a form of speech

My views change color red hot, ice cold

Black ain't a color happiness ain't gold

It's hard for me to feel normal easy to feel free

It's hard for you to understand if you can't feel me

I ain't in a western in a way I can grasp

I try to hold on to something that is fast

If something is a way of saying you don't know

Then a name is just a way of being visible

My name is someone junior

Who is my dad

Mama is a Catherine Anne Hoover and she's all that

And a bag of crypt

I'm a municipal and the mundane

I try to keep weird keep away from the same

I haven't read an outline on how to pass youth

Rather than get passed I pass doobs

I'm out I'm in it's hard to live in this given culture

All the hers and hims

All of the rats, snakes, and youth vultures around

My heart's out of shape and my head's in a cast

I try to hold on to something that is fast

If something is a way of saying you don't know

Then a name is just a way of being visible....