im no genius, and im no forrest gump
im no mans son, and im no womans son
i know the difference between the blood and the love
i know the difference between thought and pity

i know where i am to go
i have nowhere i am to go

the way theyve brought their illness and made the air black
the way theyve brought their pink ribbons tied neatly on the shit they sell
i never bought into it, i never thought much of it.
i never followed through with it, i never wallowed in any of it

i know where i am to go
i have nowhere i am to go