P.O.S. - Out of Category lyrics

Cate-cate-categor, cate-categor, category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of categor-cate
I'm out of categor-cate (yeah)
I'm out of categor-cate
I'm cate-cate-category

He never liked classes
He was always a social cat
The cutest kittens forever where he at
The rudest men held positions at the flat
Momma loved him but momma want a man that
Help assist with this boy
This boy swing and a miss
Bright-eyed beautiful lips
Pumped with lies, ma stumped and crying
But he don't ever ask why
Just kisses ma goodbye
Zips his jacket up and goodnight
Skateboard or bike like "peace"



I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category

You know why? Cause he dislikes
The strife so avoids it
Don't trust teachers cause they
Don't trust him
Don't trust motives so he don't trust friends
He can't tell if most other people cold
Or just don't trust black skin
Displaced the race card, shuffled the spade
Ace into a place where cards stayed blank
But not to say without a face
More like a lack of color
Not really too certain how to
Go about a brother
It wasn't always like that though
But momma moved him out the gutter to
The curb so he wouldn't wash away
He didn't seem to get that though
And momma wasn't really pulling
In that butter so his bread came another way
Yeah and if he couldn't have
Nice things, fuck 'em
He didn't even want 'em
If he needed 'em, he found a way to got 'em
Since everybody doubt 'em
He happily obliged, bide his time
Find his little piece of peace at the bottom
Like "Fuck y'all!"

I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of categor-cate
I'm out of categor-cate
I'm out of categor-cate
I'm cate-cate-category

He built his self-esteem up off some tricks
Cause even when he matched as
Far as skin with kids
It seemed they didn't mix
There seemed to be disdain from the
Kids that clashed colors with him
Rebel yelling girls tryn'a make
They daddy pissed
So ain't nobody on his buddy list
Cause they would probably give
Him business about
The shitty sweater he lives in
So he surrounds himself with hope
To touch a throne
And other people feeling all alone
Hold your heart

I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category

When he found punk rock that first time
He rode either the nine or eleven bus line
It slips the mind
But that way they didn't need to fit in
He asked if he could pull
The bell and said "Ma, i wanna be like them"
Found his kin, brothers at school thinking
Tryn'a rewrite skin other are fools
Never seen some shit like him
So far he's been a bitter boy
Living like litter
No choice, no quitter, so cue the noise
Ain't nothing like a Mohawk to
Show off your fuck off
And kick off the Reeboks for boots
To keep the block off you
He could see how the re-route of
Style made the eyebrows raise
Not for nothing wasn't changing for you
He'd seen his daddy with a pipe
Too young to understand
Life ain't coming from this man
Holding hands with him
He probably didn't mean to hit him
He probably didn't even mean
To plant his seed
Is his picture in his wallet with him?
He's thinking probably not, and even so
It's probably rolled up with some coke in it
Old and out of focus
So nope, the road they chose was not his
Nobody will ever be like him, hold your heart

I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of categor-cate
I'm out of categor-cate
I'm out of categor-cate
I'm cate-cate-category

I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of categor-cate
I'm out of categor-cate
I'm out of categor-cate
I'm cate-cate-category