I have no image to uphold, no certain style
I don’t wear suit, fancy as watch
no respect to acquire. No seldom followers that admire the things i hate most:
Follow fashion, stay in trend
show of, boast with swagger around those who believe in power of green, piece of paper.
I don’t look others for recognition, i recognized myself, freed my fruition. I don’t believe in god, any given institution, clearly set out against my volition. I wear no labels, only my skin with proud, i have no self image i even remotely doubt. I am me and will be until i can no longer be, I don’t care for thoughts of misled, I am my own god, good and bad, I am my own sin.
If you want to bring me down, at least what you can do is try.
I am a wolf, I don’t speak sheep’s tongue.