D.J. Ray

(7-26-95 / Jonesboro AR)

(song) life is a movie


hate the cheerleaders
they think they own the school
hate the stupid preps
cuz they pretend there cool
hate all the ballas
they call me deranged
and all the teachers
such a freaking pain
i hang with the emos
the gothic types
the creeps
wishing for some help
for someone like me
i hate all the jocks
beating nerds up in the hall
i really hate the school
they just watch it all
guess i'm a athiest
lost my faith in god
because music is religion
for prare i bang my head
long red hair in my face
cuz i live life instead
but i hate the people
pretend prophets, saints
even though truth be told
we all know they ain't
so i hate the losers
wasting all there time
and i hate the rappers
who cant even ryme
guess that i'm a outlaw
dressed in red white and black
because i hate the haters
who got there lives on track
my life is a movie
and i play lead role
bout a boy who's foolish
a boy who don't know
a boy who hates his life
his school, his stupid town
he jumped in the pool
then he freaking drowned
so you can beat me up
calling me deranged
and i'll watch the movie
try to wash away this pain

Submitted: Friday, January 14, 2011

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