Gone Fishing

[Verse 1] I am uncommon sense Close to abandonment Learning, concerning The difference between do or die Each step taken away from A place of hopelessness Takes me closer To building another kind of family nest... [Chorus] There is no inclusion for those stigmatized Nobody close to us ever recognize Only exclusion for us out there; Only delusion of those in despair [Bridge 1] I am uncommon sense, woo-hoo So beautifully dressed, woo-hoo In a moment of realness, woo-hoo I fear I could be fearless, woo-hoo [Verse 2] Destitute, out on my own I had to run this far from home The children of the damaged have their own kind My new friends are like-minded It’s a mechanism of surviving here The children of God, the children of LaBeija Found a place to express my soul Won’t go on in the shadow’s hold So I’m going to the ball to get my prize Expensive things are the cheapest thrill No such thing as overkill Will we live on? The children of LaBeija? [Chorus] [Bridge 2] If Paris is burning Then just let (just let) it burn The youth are (youth are) very discerning Do you tell it apart (tell it apart) You can’t stop the children (children) It’s easy to mock This form of survival instinct But, should I stop? [Outro] I am uncommon sense, woo-hoo So beautifully dressed, woo-hoo My mother’s mistake, woo-hoo My father’s heartbreak, woo-hoo Your birds of the flightless, woo-hoo Become birds of paradise, woo-hoo And the practice of realness, woo-hoo Feels so surreal