The Difference in my Style 
The Difference in my Dress
The fact that half the time my hair is still a Mess
My casual is your elegance
Your opinion still falls under irrelevance
My gauges are double zeros 
But my mama still thinks I'm her hero
Orginality is key but that is far from what I see
My style has changed from the trippy kid you see 
To all the trips, and places I be
Style is ones alone 
Its the change from zone to zone
I'm strutting down this road, with new directions for home
Style is me, something you will never get tired to see.




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