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They all push me pull me try to get to know me

While I push it pull it I don't give a bit

I don't know who I am but all I'm told is where to stand

You gotta do this, you gotta do that

How can I do this when I don't know what's that

I stereotype me as the drum basketball guy, see

Who only cares about one thing

I gotta be the king before I quit

I try something new, think I like it

But coaches teachers parents preachers

On top of me all day

Can I just get away?

Bestfriends only bestfriends understand what I'm talking about

Can I be different for once?

I don't care what's expected 

I always done the same thing and been protected

From "the evils of this life" well can I finally take a strife?

Everyday I do the same thing

And go through the motions thinking

I wish I could be free, and be what I wanna be

What do you wanna be says all of them to me

Just give me some time, maybe I'll find it in another rhyme

For right now can I experiment and try something new

Before I focus my whole life on it? 

Yea, that's why coach. That's why I be choosing to quit

Seven hours of my day isn't enough to keep me away

But when it comes to revisions well I gotta make my own decisions

And this is something eating up my life

Once apron a time I was eight years old

But now I'm almost double that age 

And I don't really care what's told

I'm making my priorities and that includes these stories with a tune on the paper 

As well as celebrate, give time to, and worship my maker! 

This was something I wrote a few months ago and I couldn't think of anything to write today so just copied it down haha