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Let me be MYSELF
I'm not your work of art
I am human
I have desires
Let me meet then
Just because you love me
Doesn't mean you control me
Get your head screwed on right
Cuz that's not how its working
Darling this ain't the 1900's
I got my choice now
I want what i want
Till my hearts content
Then I MAKE IT HAPPEN.
Get your facts on straight
I ain't working for you
I am not afraid to displease
No i am not afraid
Not afraid of being myself
Yet
I
Wont
Let
You
Know
My
past
In your eyes i am the 5 year old
You can still manage
In your eyes i am a sweet little
Pumpkin
Innocent and caring
Loving everyone the same
Well open your eyes
Cuz i am someone else
I wont tell you what's happened
I wont tell you my burdens
Never once in my life
Have i thought to spread tears
to the ones i loved
But you're leaving me no choice
day by day
Hour by hour
The monster is getting closer
You will crack
And so will i
So be careful
Little stranger
And get back to your own country
You mustn't see
how
ugly
i
have
become
I am human
I have desires
Let me meet then
Just because you love me
Doesn't mean you control me
Get your head screwed on right
Cuz that's not how its working
Darling this ain't the 1900's
I got my choice now
I want what i want
Till my hearts content
Then I MAKE IT HAPPEN.
Get your facts on straight
I ain't working for you
I am not afraid to displease
No i am not afraid
Not afraid of being myself
Yet
I
Wont
Let
You
Know
My
past
In your eyes i am the 5 year old
You can still manage
In your eyes i am a sweet little
Pumpkin
Innocent and caring
Loving everyone the same
Well open your eyes
Cuz i am someone else
I wont tell you what's happened
I wont tell you my burdens
Never once in my life
Have i thought to spread tears
to the ones i loved
But you're leaving me no choice
day by day
Hour by hour
The monster is getting closer
You will crack
And so will i
So be careful
Little stranger
And get back to your own country
You mustn't see
how
ugly
i
have
become
Published 27th May 2013
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27th May 2013 00:27am
There's a greeeeat deal of ugliness we do when we damage ourselves. Fire up the insides and burn away with rage everything that tied you down, destroy the links to the past... after distilling the wisdom from it.
Beauty is strength and self-made. If you're a rose, you don't need any one man to cut you down. Fuck 'em. If a man can provide for you what you cannot provide for yourself his role is not to lord that commodity as a golden chain.
That would be the job of government, pimps and loan sharks.
His job is to celebrate your independence and bring his resource to strengthen your wings.
Good rhythm on this rhyme.
Yet
I
Wont
Let
You
Know
My
past
how
ugly
i
have
become
e.e. Cummings does stuff like this. The declining stair-case stutter. Comes up a lot in battlerap as well to emphasis what's subtextual. Sometimes it's heavier that way, what isn't said echoes. Good work!
Beauty is strength and self-made. If you're a rose, you don't need any one man to cut you down. Fuck 'em. If a man can provide for you what you cannot provide for yourself his role is not to lord that commodity as a golden chain.
That would be the job of government, pimps and loan sharks.
His job is to celebrate your independence and bring his resource to strengthen your wings.
Good rhythm on this rhyme.
Yet
I
Wont
Let
You
Know
My
past
how
ugly
i
have
become
e.e. Cummings does stuff like this. The declining stair-case stutter. Comes up a lot in battlerap as well to emphasis what's subtextual. Sometimes it's heavier that way, what isn't said echoes. Good work!
