Letras Life As A… - Sarah Violette, Spose, Ryan Augustus

Life As A…

Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I’ve learned life is hell\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I’ve learned life is hell\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I’ve learned life is hell\nBeyond complexity, hides where rhythm is\nI say the best of me resides in my differences\nThey say sexually, I am just a little kid\nI’d rather sit and write, then pick a fight over some little shit\nShit, well I guess that I’m the weirdo\n'Cause I refuse to let him choose and tell me how steer so\nThey assume I’m just a queer soul\nRumors circulate, and work they way into the sphere globe\nThe perfect way to make the fears grow\nConsulted by the media, bulimia and tears grow\nYou got acne and your peers know\nYou lack a certain style, surface smile and a pierced nose\nYeah, that’s what’s you need to do girl\nCome and join in, boyfriends for the new girl\nYou can have drinks but you can’t have food girl\nYou could sex a dude right there in the pool girl\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I’ve learned life is hell\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I’ve learned life is hell\nYo back when I was nine, drive by where we reside, outside\nYou would think that we were fine, well but then peek between the blinds\nMom sobbin' on the floor, he’s screamin', you can see his veins\nYou would think «you fuckin' bitch» was her first name\nBut it wasn’t, I hated the beef like I was into tofu\nThe door slam drums were the first ones I wrote to\nIn fact, I recall something I once scrawled\nAfter weeks of no sleep and watchin' my mother brawl\nI wrote, «Dear Mr. Clinton, help us escape\nHe came and found us the last time we ran away\nAnd now she’s back with him, this shouldn’t happen to women»\nAnd I signed it, R-Y-A- oh shit!\nThen the door bust open, he seen what I was holdin'\nRead what I had wrote in a rage and ripped the page up out the notebook\nHe tore that shit in half, I don’t remember what he said\nI fell asleep cryin' in bed, man I’m tellin' you\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I’ve learned life is hell\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I’ve learned life is hell\nLife as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough\nWithout a pops or a mother, it just made it more tough\nBecause I’m livin' in a world no different from a cell\nWell the thoughts, pen, and paper seem to give me enough\nAs the world turns, I’ve learned life is hell\nIn the margin between the lines is where my rhymes will dwell\n'Cause I’ve seen the addiction and dealt with all the friction\nOf choices that were made by someone else\nHow could I point fingers at a parent figure\nWho didn’t figure out the steps to parenting apparently and let it trigger\nAwful way of thinking for a generation sinking\nAnd the same steps of those that let it linger, oh\nI’m sorry for the truth about your cocaine use\nAnd instead of takin' me in, you just let me run loose\nThanks for leading me blind into the wild for survival\nBut at least I get the chance to break the cycle