Listener Lyric
For our listener lyric we were challenged to write a lyrical essay through listening to someone elses hardships or experiences and figuring out a creative way to present them while also being tasteful.
Ever since you was born nobody really known me
Similar, sure but nobody seems to own me
Somehow connect with people second name is homie
Got supernatural powers, like obi wan kenobi
When fools look at me they think why she so lonely
Little to 40, thought people love me bone me
Arrange the desk the same way, got my tools i'm never lonely
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Found my calling in life, and that shit ain't for pay
I'm a natural builder, paving the way
Looking for others, helping misunderstood
People look at me like whitey but I grew up in the hood.
School a third black, Italian, all poor
Things I live with no longer call me whore
Fools say “Oh that lady, she's so sad, so poor”
But when i'm in the house of judgement, i'm locking the fucking door