Instinctive Personal Struggle

I've got dirt in my nails and bloodshot eyes A heart like a lion who won't rest inside I'm not proud of where I came from My past is a foil of me I don't believe in this conformity Where if you don't comply You'll be dehumanized Being yourself results in direct consequence Acting who you are is what you do best So now my knuckles bleed like they've never done Cause I've been fighting up to be a champion Give me a golden belt give me that title Because truth and morality are my only rifles Nothing you can say can tear me down I'll be the only one to escape this town So many times I've tried to give it up before But I can't do it, I don't want to be a lure On a fishing hook drawing someone else into the trap Of not embracing themselves and the feeling of gasp Years of falling uphill and getting up from the dirt To see there's less blood on my white t shirt I'm always ready for those blows like a solider in battle I strike back fast like a surreptitious rattle Getting up every morning to see the sunrise I saw the green grass on the otherwise Accusations, name-calling go in one out the other Directing my own path like a sail boats rudder Just look at it all, I won't make my life cyclic Yet when you don't your head may feel a few kicks Emotionally and physically abused What's right and wrong is now leaving you bruised Your heart days one thing but your mind another I know you're not used to fighting and just want to be a lover.