My head is flowing
I’m heaving over the bowl
I’m leaving home not knowing where I’m going
But that I’ll be there alone
I’m prone to condone what I’ve been shown as I’ve grown
I set my views and pursue them
I’ll do it all on my own
You haven’t been in touch in months
Let me be blunt
Is that how much you miss my touch?
I guess we’ll see when you grow up
And as for me? Well here it seems
That I’m no further now than down the street
I vow as loud as real can be
Next time I come around
I’ll pound you with my beat
You’re going down for your deceit
My sound will knock you off your feet
If you can walk the block and talk a crock
And run a muck, then what the f*ck
Just bring it on, come do your thing
Show me the scum that one can be
When someone tries to battle me

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