At times an intellect among rebels
Although sometimes I act like I never hit puberty
I speak various levels
Of maturity fluently

I wear flat adidas
Amongst a crew of air jordans
Lost two inches off the waist, kept the gut
Whilst in a state of comatose boredom

I’m one half articulation
The other presentation
For as long as my socio-demographic
Has the time for contemplation

Café staff in runners
Nurses in flat-soled pumas
Skatie shoes in fashion, even for drummers
A woman in high heels detecting brain tumors

Still the sense of sanity stays the same
For as long as the Port-side nation, has a cause for celebration
Still the sense of sanity stays the same
Long as there’s cause for celebration