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.
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