Grown Enough


She has a secret (that she just does not want to grow up)
But if she could paint Double D titties on her chest
And make them believe there was actually vitamin D in these breasts
maybe after sticking kindergarten fingers in her panties her soul can rest,
Draw make-believe pads and place them in her drawer

I guess
Play some games and stuff
She’ll be just grown enough.
You see the secret is that she really does not want to grow up
But if she could just make it to 21
To drink her liver half-dead and tell Hennessy he’s the one
To make her forget she’s had too much
but maybe she just hasn’t had enough
to make her realize that the friends are gone when nothing’s left
and the taste you feel on your tongue is the similac on your breath
telling your stomach to cough up the dance you just had with death cause I know you think it cool,
but your stomach’s not fit for this kind of food
And that boy on the corner ain’t in love with you
But it’s a lot more convenient than McDonald’s cause he can have his way with you
But you’re probably just hearing this for the first time cause nobody ever told you it always hurts the first time
This, grown up stuff
She said she just wants to be
grown enough
Cause her ambition is for time to sit still
Never reaching the point of crazy debt and large bills
But if she could always stay somewhere between Dora the Explorer, and pink heels
Maybe this lump in her throat she would’ve never had to feel
If someone could have just told her that growing up is over-rated
And in this world without Yah you’re a nobody who’s never made it
And a baby-mama going to the clubs every night to get faded
Your childhood crying away cause you played it
Cause you rushed yourself into a place that’s not so puffed up
Trust little girl when I tell you
You’ll never quite be
grown enough

History vs. Truth


I would actually like to write more on this topic at a later date. But for now, enjoy this word:

“One is astonished in the study of history at the recurrence of the idea that evil must be forgotten, distorted, skimmed over. We must forget that George Washington was a slave owner….and simply remember the things we regard as credible and inspiring. The difficulty, of course, with this philosophy is that history loses its value as an incentive and example; it paints perfect men and noble nations, but it does not tell the truth.” – W.E.B. Dubois