Brought up by a small town

An old slam piece about my small town upbringing, the common ethos and challenging what it means to come from a place so uninspiring.

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http://soundcloud.com/jackyt/brought-up-by-a-small-town

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Brought up by a small town
Brought down by a small town
If u bought up in this small town,
well its best to bow down now to that small town
Ya see..
Small towns like ours bring up small minds like these
Does it bring u down?
Do u buy into it?
Hopelessness was a 101 subject at my school
And we all past with flying fuckin colours
We were taught tepid tactics of survival
But I didn’t study shit, coz I knew my skin alone was reliable
I knew my survival would never ever be threatened
Coz im that masochistic male model making misdeeds… misdirected
While my malaise may mould the next men of my former minute town into a misogynistic masculine mess
Im making minor moves to challenge their outlook, but I end up stressed
So I live easier in Brunswick west.. and preach to a choir of the converted, ahh yes?
Rather than arms across my chest than outstretched at rest
Coz its easy to berate those boys back at home with boorish banter at best, like..
Oi cunt, what ya still doing in Seymour.. seesawing more and doing less?
As I self servingly rest
As boys are being brought up tough in my small town
Bought up and brought down in my small town

And we are the lucky ones, we are the over privileged overstanding overstaters
The over indulged an overly medicated, the over-the-sideda boaters, over it all overmanipulators
Theres no one as utterly overtly unaltruistic as us unoriginal ovulater operators
Of the genetic highway.. that runs over crystal clear plentiful drinkable water in my small town
And that’s the problem, right there, these boys
They buy into it.. and it brings them down
They’re so busy buying up up up and up
Until half full bladders look like half empty cups
While down there the real world suffers
Coz no man will dodge bullets in my town tonite son
No woman burnt alive in protest under a cooling sun
Nah genocide don’t live where I come from
Yet this town brings these boys down so far that they cant catch a glimpse of a real sunrise everyday
They don’t see that rising metaphor of wealth, health or self that can be shared
No one tells them that teenage chemicals that castrate you will ease off
Instead we are told.. if you cant kick a footy straight, well youd better fuckin work on that
The most basic thing that nobody ever said to me was..
Wasting yourself getting wasted is more of a waste than just your time and life, its wasting others away who be waist deep in waste in not so distant countries.. patently wasting, patiently waiting..  on you, on us, on me
I was brought up by a small town
And brought down by a small town
But we don’t need to buy into it, on that I am sold