This is a song about "A girl born in the wrong generation"

The combination of folly in our generation is high

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Disformed since i was born at 11 o'clock in the mourn with a pen in my hand

Of the next generation...

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

This young bloods got it in him/ the rhythm came through to this generation

Nothing compares to the beat generation

My talent should take me places i've never been

Lets create a new generation,

Got me rushed to the station

In the wrong line with the wrong man

But let me inspire someone who can