Confession of a Clone
We're self-obsessed, no art expression,
worried about details, wrong impression,
but it's conventional to be like this,
yet we're still unaware of all the kids,
they want to be like us,
hoping we accept them,
wear the wrong tee,
we just condemn them,
bad seeds stem from soiled ground
but we still go & sell it by the pound.
Look around, see that nobody cares,
into the camera, we all stare,
bragging & tagging the clothes we wear,
"Oh you like those? Oh don't you dare!"
Grab the latest pair, of this I'm guilty,
looking so clean but feeling so filthy,
buying into the scheme,
you're in the same boat with me,
we look the same but my art exudes me.
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