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letra de free myself - pat junior

verse 1:

had a kind soul
show me how to love but never blind fold
hearts need intention
the hallmark seed edition
can on chart read indention for live growth
embrace every wound and break
the scars have tendency to give us away
sight doxing trauma, the id ostracizes
so we “why me?” pocket size it
life is war, a shoulder to lean on is sight for sore
but how can you bleed on the nicest floors
a blip when you leave, no invite, restore
let me writе the doorman
a note to self hеlp, protect the wealth well
can’t water when a drought is near
reserve what’s left not a drop for peers
gotta fill my cup with no volunteers
i’m okay with it
got some family, friends, medicine aid different
my inhabitant glow like the vatican pose under the sun
so not sweating but stay dripping
hold the rains of the fiercest storm
can’t break my cloud if you hate when it pours
your resentment is not my chore
my forecast of you out performs
pre-chorus

i need room for my truth
i get sensitive, too
if you cut down my proof
i will chuck up thee deuce
i done made so much sp-ce
for you & your disgrace
your assumptions a cage
now i take me away

chorus

high over valleys & places
that void, all of the love i was made with
i just free myself
i just free myself
i just free myself
i just free myself

high over valleys & places
that void, all of the love i was made with
i just free myself
i just free myself
i just free myself
i just free myself
verse 2:

i pass on your passive
denotes of your action, the ghost is a practice
how pure said is peace, if you don’t see a hatchet
but bury the facts that your faction is classless
but taking the high road is taxing
a toll if you travel in fashion
the brand of my heart is of candid remarks
and a road to resolve is avoided by phantoms
just tired of the grown ups that fail to be grown ups
its like true adulting’s a plague
i run with a own up without me, opponent
but sometimes its solo in tread
assuming a method you trek with instead
projecting your image won’t make it embed
so careful in placing a wedge
my life has no vacancy for your destruction
my renovations are a trade
i’m taking back acres and acres of planted
cause most of it sown was pain
left in the weeds, i manage the rage
words over fists but they both give a fade
prisoner booked with some lessons of age
sentence is served, i’m turning the page
(pre-chorus)

(chorus)

- pat junior

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