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I'm a renegade of a low-class society,
The paradigm of a missed opportunity.
The ink is sinking in, it gives me peace/serenity.
Don't you tell me what I am when you can't even comprehend me.
You say that I'm the urge, the bane of innocence, a sinner.
Prisoner to my emotions, loser, sinner.
But if you ever took a step back to consider,
You'd discover that I'm made of gold, I just don't glitter.
Because we're back by popular demand.
You're so quick to judge before you even hear the reason.
You're so stubborn you don't understand the words you're speaking.
You escalate these things that never have to go beyond a simple talking to; I never even did you wrong!
Because we're back by popular demand
You say that I'm a loser, what is that supposed to mean?
I can't believe you ever dared to say those things to me.
I will set the world ablaze until my final dying days, with or without your praise,
and I will never change my ways.
Because we're back by popular demand.
I got a problem, I need justification
I got an issue with the things that you've been saying.
I see the looks,
I can see your faces.
Maybe you should step back and we could trade places.
What are you, blind?
I just don't get it.
I'll give you one last shot, or baby, you're gonna regret it.
Look at me,
Tell me what you see.
Why don't you step off and give me the space I need?
I'm the smoke in your eyes,
I'm the thing you despise,
An original mind,
Living on my own time.
Now I'm here, take a stand,
Got a bird in my hand,
and I'm back by popular demand.
What did I do?
I surely don't deserve this
Why don't you shove it?! Yeah, add that to your list.
You got your reasons,
Your stupid accusations.
It's A-Okay 'cause I'll never understand it.
So go ahead,
And try to bring me down.
Give it your best shot, 'cause I'll still be around.
I got the strength,
I got the motivation.
Let me present to you, my final demonstration:
I'm the smoke in your eyes,
I'm the thing you despise,
An original mind
Living on my own time
Now I'm here, take a stand,
Got a bird in my hand
And I'm back by popular demand.
I just need some time to sit back and see,
And look at the reasons why you don't believe in me.
And It's killing me, why can't we agree?
I just want to relax and have a little peace
Of mind. Give me time to get in line,
You know what? It's fine.
Maybe when the stars re-align,
You can open your eyes, and then you'll realize,
And see that the things you didn't want to believe,
Have become your reality.
Renegade of a low-class society,
The paradigm of a missed opportunity.
The ink is sinking in, it gives me peace/serenity.
Don't you tell me what I am when you can't even comprehend me.
Because we're back by popular demand.
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