Getting ready to beat up some boys
Upturn my pram
And fling out my toys
Got a voice in my head
Saying “behave”
But that’s just noise
Because I like a bit of trouble
I reckon it’s one of life’s rare joys
So I paint my skin
Until my skin’s destroyed
And I hate my skin
Until even my skin’s annoyed
So my skin and I
Avoid and avoid
But you can’t split in two
Even though it would lend more muscle
And two of me
Could never be subtle
I meet you in the overpass
It’s uncut grass
Sucks me in
From my crown to my arse
And I get lost in the tunnel
But we funnel though
And pop out
Ready for that trouble
The commuters, the office folk
Stare, screw and smile
They’ve seen me before
But I ain’t been here in a while
Had to get out quick
Because what I was bringing in
Was just vile
And I don’t do nothing single ply
No, no
I fully pile
Stuff your inch up your arse
And give me my mile!
But I’m a woman now
Back then I was a child
No wisdom of the world
Just totally wild
No consequence
To nonsense
No blistering heat
Backlash was mild
It was a slow journey
But I finally down dialled
Still these graffiti walls
These spat on pavements
These filthy rails
Make me feel a weird alive
Something about being
Young and ballsy
That just reminiscing it
Can’t quite scratch
We’re all funky flies
Until the spider’s web of sensibility
Ends our flight in a catch
Got to crack a few eggs
Before you fully hatch
An old hen these days
But the menace is a lighter spark
From uncaged
Probably best, then
That I stay away…
by Lyric Deep.
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