Sinking Ship

Fuck the world… no I really mean it, fuck the world it’s a sinking ship…

I was told that I am too brash and should learn to hold my tongue
That my words hurt not always because of the punches I’m throwing
But how hard I swung… something about lasting in the war no matter
How many battles I’ve won…well what about my battle scars
from all the fights that they’ve brung?

So now I’m supposed to walk on eggshells
And make sure not to cause tears,
I’m supposed to backseat my emotions, and help calm their fears
I should take into consideration just how they might feel
Make sure they don’t feel like they are getting a raw deal
I should stand strong and tough and always be there for ‘em
Playing the victimizer to their special victim

Well fuck that… no I really mean it, fuck that

They about to see some dumb shit, some here-she-come-I-better-run shit
They about to see how many lashes my tongue can really whip
When muthafuckers keep giving me their ass to kiss
I will not just sit idly by and take this shit, and if you thought for a second I would
You’ve lost it…

It being your mind, your soul, your sense of self
It being your pride, your ego, your internal wealth
Your barometer of the world and what it should be
It being whatever made you think you could keep fucking me…

Over, under, around and around
I gave an inch and you stole a pound
Or is that a teaspoon for a mile
You know, my smile-

For granted, like I was the foreigner and my plane just landed
In your country and time
With no concept of language, rhythm or rhyme

But I’m not on that time

No my mother taught me to be swifter than many
And life has taught me that obstacles are a plenty
What people think of me don’t mean a goddamn thing
But it doesn’t mean their callousness can’t still have sting

And so I swing… on I swing…
Fuck the world… no I really mean it, fuck the world it’s a sinking ship
They about to see how many lashes my tongue can really whip