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Been Afraid
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Been Afraid werd uitgebracht op 3 februari 2009 door Rhymesayers als onderdeel van het album Never Better
3 februari 2009
TaalEnglish
BPM92
Melodische kwaliteit
Akoestiek
Valence
Dansbaarheid
Energie

Muziekvideo

Muziekvideo

Songteksten

Million dollar baby girl in the lower middle class
With a Maglite right beneath her pillow
And though 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 the long sleeves, right?
She keeps him weak in the knees, but she 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 see 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 school book
Gives it to her after hesitation, whoops his ass
She took it fast, lost it, got sensation in her hands
Then braces herself gracefully, sturdy where she stands on some
Humble mumbling, passing 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 force trauma
Ain't no way that he can harm her, nuh-uh
When that curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales
Some people seem to call that home, some souls roam
Keep riding 'til the cycle is broke
We ain't gotta go through nothin' alone
And when that curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales
Some people seem to call that home, some souls roam
Keep riding 'til the cycle is broke
We ain't gotta go through nothin' 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 never letting out of this third child
Aw, but things are getting better now
Yeah, cozy sweater now with the thumbs through the holes
And the sleeves worn down
And her boy's similar, noise minimal, toy criminal
Joy's simple when someone's found it in you
Somehow it boosts the individual, that bluish hue is mutual
They make love gently
So aware of each other's bruises
And sort of 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 ignore, don't
He's not one of them tools that screws, nuts and bolts
And she know that, and she know that
But she holds back and she hold 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 grown-up'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 say that with their lips
Never raise your hand, he says that with a grown-up'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 say that with their lips
When that curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales
Some people seem to call that home, some souls roam
Keep riding 'til the cycle is broke
We ain't gotta go through nothin' alone
And when that curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales
Some people seem to call that home, some souls roam
Keep riding 'til the cycle is broke
We ain't gotta go through nothin' alone
Written by: P.O.S
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