PUBLIC DISCLAIMER: The below poem is written by CJ Harbor © ALL LIBERTIES AND RIGHTS RESERVED AKA No longer lonely The one and only CJ Harbor Nobody can claim her She's a distrack reclaimer Nothing could be lamer Inspiration is fine but I will know if it’s mine Don’t even think about plagiarizing I know my work can be hypnotizing Remember, Karma’s a bitch, trust me - I’m a real witch Intellectual property - This is mine I’m Copywriting, Trademarking, Spittin’ lyrics, Free Stylin’ all the time Have respect and we’ll be fine If not - My angels will spill your wine So don’t mess with me, sugar please Cuz on the other side - I got a whole damn team Helping me with my dreams! I clap for you, you clap for me It's not that hard We can share art with our heart Here we go yo... Enjoy the show <3 BAND CLASS This ones a bit more light hearted I’ll tell you how it all started 'Father of mine' 'I will buy you a new life' The songs - I was a little confused Was his life also mine This man singing a tune in my room Art Alexakis My imaginary boo Posters from Tower Plastered my room My gateway printed a few Moo Favorite color pale green too Santa Monica Monster boots The songs were my parachute There was broken glass I knew our house was different Than the kids in my class I didn’t get it, tried not to ask Come out Come out Wherever you are We’re following the leader The leader I knew I could draw You bought me a blue bass guitar I wrote poems and all On the Miracle Mile Coffee shop, snap snap Art school, clap clap I’d never fall I gave it my all Volkswagen Baby blue First car was a 1972 The tail lights a little smaller 16 standing taller I felt like a baller Shot caller Gotta step out For this call Left band class Pink nokia and all I couldn’t believe it! Magician White rabbit I jumped up and down Adios to my frown Careful please A soft melody No convertible tho I had to let it go Negotiations Roll bars weren’t my thing I have style puh-lease Speaking of bars Remember my art studio In the attic of yours Mr. D’s A place where I could just be You even let my friends and me Smoke cigarettes not weed Were my thing You knew saying no Wouldn’t stop me I would even use my sisters ID Gas station didn’t recognize me Office Max Hall pass Free lunches I’ll help too I love chopping onions Who knew East Oak Street Yeah go head Make a pizza With green olives oh yes please That made me weak in the knees Felt like a Queen, not a worker bee Side of 8 mile ranch Beer tasting at ease Tarantula, Hefeweizen Always on the horizon This was Mike Not Tyson Joe Cool Spiritual meaning of bison Please take my picture I can’t believe we got back here Free back stage passes Art’s wearing his black glasses Warfield My heart so healed Thank you for bringing her Confusion no longer a blur This is not for sale Will not end up on ebay Craig and Greg Please sign my JanSport And thank you Dad For being my fort Naval orange base In the mirror I see your face Thank you for my flowers This girl is empowered