I gotta get out there
I must be seen
This fly on the wall thing aint workin
I’m like the camouflage Queen
My voice must be heard
Cuz I’ve got a lot to say
Imitation of the birdie with the word
When I should be roaring before my prey
But when they see me, they stare
They make me nervous
Some may call it intimidation
But nobody’s perfect
This girl with these thoughts
These words, these things
Can’t remain that water that goes with the flow
It’s my time to work against
Speak my piece
Release my beast
Increase some peace
But when the present calls my name
I think- maybe next time, when I’m feelin the vibe.
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