Im cooler than the howling of the breeze, I'm cooler than the wind, I move with grace and ease, so swift that you didn't see, or didn't want to.
Im cooler than the kids that would tease me for being cool. them racist teachers were lame for subjugating me in school to a harsh tone and a stone-heart, it ain't cool to misunderstand.
Did you know I'm cooler than my dad who knocked out the racist man who stayed next door, for saying your daddies a pimp and your mother's a whore.
How could I be cooler than the freshest nigga in the neighborhood, always matching creased up and up to no good. But I am, because that man ruled his home with an iron fist, and an open hand.
How the fuck could I be cooler than most of the people I knew growing up, I still am, because most of them were to afraid to be themselves.
Yea i ran from life but I never lied about it or tried to be someone els, because that ain't cool. Don't ever ask me what's cool, because that ain't cool.
It's just something about not giving a fuck about what everyone thinks is cool that makes me feel free. So why would I stop being cool when it's the only thing that keeps my body up when I feel weak, because I know they could never be me.
I'm cool as fuck and I'm cold as ice, when you get swept up in the wind your tears turn to snow, so no matter how hard you cry, your still cool.
So I'm the coolest mothafucka in the world, because now I ain't afraid to tell anybody that I don't care, so I wear it on my face, you can see it in my walk, I move with grace and ease... because I'm cool
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DREEK0 (Pseudonym) (
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I am getting old but I do remember cool. Burns you in the end.
Definitely does
Need those showers to cool the powers..
Well put
"cool", poem
Thankyou
Cool puts out fires and rage about uncool injustice and non sense-but your brand of cool is your badge of honor, so personal and love the unassuming rhythmic flow, ‘cooler than the howling of the wind’ Props to your dad as well
Cool has calmed more rages than I can count. Thank you I think I wear my badge pretty well😏lol I appreciate your feedback as always
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