I am uncommon sense close to abandonment
Learning discerning the difference between do or die
Each step taken away from a place of hopelessness
Takes me closer to building another kind of family nest

There is no inclusion for those stigmatized
Nobody close to us ever recognized
Only exclusion for us out there
Only delusion of those in despair

Uncommon sense
So beautifully dressed
In a moment of realness
I feel I could be fearless

Destitute, out on my own
I had to run this far from home
The children of the damaged have no time
My new friends are like-minded
It's a mechanism of surviving here
The children of God, the children of LeBeija
Found a place to express my soul
Won't go on living in the shadow's hold
So I'm going to the ball to get my prize
Expensive things are the cheapest thrill
No such thing as overkill
Will we live on? The children of LeBeija

There is no inclusion for those stigmatized
Nobody close to us ever recognized
Only exclusion for us out there
Only delusion of those in despair

If Paris is burning, then just let it burn
The youth are very discerning
Do you tear it apart?
You can't stop the children
It's easy to mock
This form of survival instinct
Why should I stop?

I am uncommon sense so beautifully dressed
My mother's mistake, my father's heartbreak
Your birds of the flightless become birds of paradise
And the practice of realness feels so surreal


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