dusty ole box

my head was just playing reruns of stupid days
cutting off house arrest bracelets in an adolescent sunny haze
losing my virginity on a bed not mine
not his either, didn't matter
so young, just a way to pass the time
sitting on rooftops, playing hide- and- go- get with the neighborhood boys
hitting bitches as a respect ploy
getting finger banged in the backseat, ma in the driver's seat
listening to those soft hits 103.5 the KOST
behind closed bedroom doors, my legs moist
giving up my rights of choice
blurring the line between a ghetto superstar and just being ghetto
riding on top of dicks sneaking in through my window
always the same hopeless romantic
just with a different backdrop
different story for the tear drop
maybe i'll rewrite this later
remember something better
but for now i guess i'll just let the thoughts...
swarm and live in this box...