damn this empty space in my head being filled with useless mechanics
one chance was the gift I was given and now I'll pull it forward
the tribe has superstitions, they'll burn any swift tongue at the stake
but I'm free to roam like a buffalo in this inner city zoo cage
it's a conversation between me and society
a shouting match with everyone else winning
I'll hold my pride under for the next few years
I know I'm just an animal waiting to be skinned
me in fifteen years? I'm aware of our collective vision
I'll be broken like a horse, mugged by the building tension
rise then fall, I'll stand then crawl towards small open hands
I won't be afraid to say, I'm fucked and happy with my existence
it's a conversation between me and society
a shouting match with everyone else winning
I'll hold my pride under for the next few years
I know I'm just an animal waiting to be skinned
some things aren't the same as you begin to increase in age
I've always hoped for the best, now I pray for it
some things aren't the same as you begin to increase in age
I've always hoped for the best, now I pray for it
I'm not big enough for change
but I'm big enough to piss you off
I'll always be this way
because I can be
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