12/??/1998 
Child of the Millennium

‘I was the first child born in the new millennium
All the other kids can kiss my ass, they were a second to late
It has been said so let it be written, “When He comes it will be I who opens the gate.”
You know me I’m your type blonde hair, blue eyes, preppie smile; my ego’s a ton.’
That freakin’ bastard he’s had it easy his whole life
First baby ever to fly in space
His birth marked the end of all the world’s strife
Bullshit, man I wish we could’ve a switch-up so he could live a day in my place
Child of the millennium all his life in the newspapers on t.v.
Child of the millennium had fucked every girl by twenty-three
Child of the millennium he’s so rich he gets free weed.
Child of the millennium is a mother-fucker your honor.
When is it all gonna’ end
When is his light gonna’ cease to shine
It’s never ever gonna’ end
He’s king of the world he’s only twenty-nine, man
History repeats itself again, just like President Clinton
He gives cigars to his women
Child of the millennium all his life in the newspapers on t.v.
Child of the millennium had fucked every girl by twenty-three
Child of the millennium he’s so rich he gets his weed for free
Child of the millennium is a mother-fucker your honor…I swear!
Every night before he goes to sleep he salts his pretzel stick for a minute or two
Then he puts the dough inside his shoe
He’s an insecure little prick
Measures his pinky with his dick, don’t trip
He always says it ain’t the size of the package it’s the delivery that counts.
But even his hoes’ don’t believe that, so sad.
Child of the millennium all his life in the newspapers on t.v.
Child of the millennium had fucked every girl by twenty-three.
Child of the millennium he’s so rich he gets his weed for free.
Child of the millennium is a mother-fucker your honor…I swear.
For a man who’s been shot twenty-five times he’s very much alive
He’s like “Bebe’s Kids” he don’t die he multiplies
That’s a hard to kill nigga
But I gots an itchy trigga
He stole all the women and the trixs and bitches too
Since Joy has left my pants my big monster has been unable to dance
For the thrill, the feel of skin against skin,
I will…………..Kill Dat
Child of the millennium all his life in the newspapers on t.v.
Child of the millennium had fucked every girl by twenty-three
Child of the millennium he’s so rich he gets free weed.
Child of the millennium is a mother-fucker your honor…I swear,
I swweeeaaaarrrrr,
I swwweeeeaaaaarrrrrr Child of the Millennium yo Ass is mine,
I own it Bitch-ah!

The 15 year old version of myself was a literary savage apparently. It’s interesting to look back at all of the aggression and angst. Also quite funny that I felt like a big deal would be made out of the first child born in the new millennium. Of course if Twitter or Instagram was around back them maybe a big deal would’ve been made lol. And free weed, to my recollection maybe I had smoked weed a handful of times at this point in my existence. And if it was not already crystal clear not only did I not know any “trix and bitches” at the time I was not feeling the thrills of skin against skin either lol.