When I came here I ticked the box Not to get hooked Not to get caught Not to buy stocks Not to get rich Not here for sport Not to collect Not to display Not to cling That identity is settled That the same is ok Not to stay Not to believe Not to strive Not to achieve Another man’s dreams Not to be ranked Not to be judged On petty ideals Closing doors on fools Connecting the dots Taking the shots slings and arrows Living what’s real Living what’s real The real deal Truth finds its way in Your not born crooked Your not born to sin To petty need attachment to kin I’m not here for your circus For your misdirection And attention sucking ridicule Your digital display your lies and deep fakes Your shills on the take My soul treats me right My mind is a construct Not a deconstruct that you try to blight I am real not hard done by your deals I am solid and true the real me not you I am done playing your games Owning your blames Wrapped in your flames Wearing your labels dropping those names I am sovereign and free You do you I’ll do me I am sovereign and free I’ll do you and you’ll do me Shoe on the other foot When the circus plays again On repeat You do you and I’ll do me
