Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Been Afraid , by - P.O.S. Song from the album Never Better, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.02.2009
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Been Afraid , by - P.O.S. Song from the album Never Better, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопBeen Afraid |
| Yeah, million-dollar baby girl in the lower-middle class |
| With a Maglite right beneath her pillow |
| And no, she’s never been a boxer by choice |
| She’s known to act oak, he’ll never catch her a willow, nuh-uh |
| She the calm type, you see the small scars |
| Creeping down her arm, peeking from her rolled sleeves, right? |
| She keeps him weak in the knees but she out stay out of sight |
| And when that school bell rings, it’s goodnight |
| Or might as well be, he never sees her around |
| But he looks, for weeks now he’s been maybe tomorrow |
| But he’s shook, he sees them bruises and he needs to please her |
| Plus he don’t wanna go home either, gives her a look |
| They pass, copies down a poem from a schoolbook |
| Gives it to her after hesitation, whoops his ass |
| She took it fast, lost like all sensation in her hands |
| Then braces herself gracefully, sturdy where she stands |
| On some humble mumbling, pass the words, fumbling |
| Nothing discouraging, just nerves, drumming up the courage |
| Something bout skylines or bike rides or riverbeds |
| Something, something that he read |
| It caught her right beneath the armor |
| Cauterized thought of any blunt forced trauma |
| Ain’t no way that he could harm her |
| When the curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales |
| Some people seem to call that home, but some souls roam |
| Keep riding till the cycle is broke |
| We ain’t got to go through nothing alone |
| When the curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales |
| Some people seem to call that home, but some souls roam |
| Keep riding till the cycle is broke |
| We ain’t got to go through nothing alone |
| She’s in the weather, the whole storm |
| Hugging on her prince, his hands to skin warm |
| Quick out the door, no note, no forlorn |
| Cause all they heard was «Papa don’t hit me no more» |
| But they couldn’t seem to keep the swelling down |
| How they regretting ever letting out this third child born |
| But things are getting better now, yeah cozy sweater now |
| With her thumbs through the holes in her sleeves worn down |
| And the boy similar, noise minimal, toy criminal |
| Joy simple when someone’s found it in you |
| Somehow it boost the individual, that bluish hue is mutual |
| They make love gently, so aware of each other’s bruises |
| And sorta scared they can lose this |
| Trust, bury the blues somewhere it won’t bear roots |
| But is this boy where the truth is? |
| She’s spooked, see fruit never seem to fall far from the useless |
| Branch that it’s attached to |
| And quacks say if he’s beat up, he’s bound to smack you |
| She’s down to step back now, if he ever got loud |
| She couldn’t be proud of whatever she might do |
| But it’s the first time she ever felt touch |
| That didn’t bring her to hush like something was being done to her |
| That unscrews her, she loosens with the booze |
| Her hinge can stay bent addressing her dude’s wounds |
| Regressing to bedrooms where fools ignored «don't» |
| He’s not one of them tools that screws, nuts and bolts |
| And she know that. |
| (She know that) and she know that |
| But she holds back and she hope that he see the way she flinch |
| Cause it’s knee-jerk to brace for attack |
| Even if he’s only rubbing her back |
| I mean, and even if it’s like the deck has been stacked |
| It’s not an act, he’s really loving her back (hold your heart up) |
| Never raise your hand, she says that with a grownup’s voice |
| I’m yours now, just like a child |
| Please don’t be scared now, it clicks |
| A piece finally fits, I love you |
| They said that with their lips |
| Never raise your hand, he says that with a grownup’s voice |
| I’m yours now, just like a child |
| Please don’t be scared now, it clicks |
| A piece finally fits, I love you |
| When the curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales |
| (Never raise your hand, she says that with a grownup’s voice) |
| Some people seem to call that home, but some souls roam |
| (I'm yours now, just like a child) |
| Keep riding till the cycle is broke |
| (Please don’t be scared now, it clicks) |
| We ain’t got to go through nothing alone |
| (A piece finally fits, I love you) |
| When the curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales |
| Some people seem to call that home, but some souls roam |
| Keep riding till the cycle is broke |
| We ain’t got to go through nothing alone |
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