Barbaric Yawp
When I was born, society handed me a script
I played the part quietly and kept my lips zipped
But I missed it, the system was gonna get my wrists slit
So I ripped up the script and kissed the name misfit.
Like Whitman, I'm spittin' this yawp from the roof
The prince and the pauper they can all hear the truth
'Cause that's what I'm pursuin', even if it leads to ruin
'Cause this life ain't worth livin' if I can't make a movement.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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