Curse ov Dialect - Sticks and Stones lyrics

[Verse 1: August 2nd] When I was young I hid my legs from the sun Could never understand why my body was tanned Born a fair child Pigment delayed a while From light shade of skin to darker melanin Kids are cruel when you're different at school Shed many tears over antagonist peers God gave me this brownish colour Made it hard to blend in with the others I don't blame children for having little consciousness I can see it in their eyes It's not real despise It's xenophobia in disguise [Verse 2: Raceless] Excavating the depths of my cerebral cortex to the earlier years of kindergarten objects Swallowing clay eating my pencils Making them bent Struggling to talk after my facial accident Scarification to my chin but so young at the time Dr. Holmes in Parkville and cordial of lime Cats groan over divas with my cot and rattle Six years old again sick forgotten battles Woke up in the ward looking at the Cyclops Plastic surgery Sesame Street and the padlocks [Verse 3: Vulk Makedonski] Early bird, early age Twirling sage Learning page Information age Turning page Burning rage Concerning mates Average rates Next of kin Stress within Walk off on a photo moment Talk of all the Bogan clones yet Parental love and guidance Gliding to the ceiling My dreams were real Reality felt through feel Flying over power lines to the tennis court Top notch Hop scotch Skipping rope Flipping pot plants into the swimming pool Next door neighbour Respect your creator Punishment Punish them Stunning men Childish stunts Put the tyres down Costing me twenty cent pinnie games Many bent thinner frames When will they sing again? Adolescence spiritual Pure essence fit for all Took a fall broke my nose Slept at my cousin's house Wept when I'm buggin' out Call me names Bash my brains Just because we don't look the same Sticks and stones To bricks and clones Microphones And I'm here now