Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Been Afraid, artist - P.O.S. Album song Never Better, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.02.2009
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Been 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 |