Emotional Pirate

She was an emotional pirate
She'd rape and pillage and make you walk to plank
She came from Hell's Kitchen, or was it Brooklyn?
She could smell your stank
Guns blazing for the revolution she said
I'll tell you the truth, you're a streety youth
You look the walking dead

He was a struggling writer, he was the decider
And he was itchin to find
A woman down and able to tend his stable
So he could sharpen his mind
Guns blazing for the revolution he said
I'll tell you the truth, I'm living proof
Forget all that shit you've been fed

It's a fine line you see
When you're looking for a family
In the end we all have to breathe
And find our own way to be free

I was a struggling actress searching for meaning
And I was losing my mind
I went to North Carolina in early summer
Not knowing what I'd find
Guns blazing for the revolution they said
We'll tell you the truth, it's bulletproof
Forget all that shit in your head

It's a fine line you see
When you're looking for a family
In the end we all have to breathe
And find our own way to be free

It took some time to recognize myself
And hear my own voice again
I still wouldn't want to be anyone else
I just found a new place to begin

In the name of honesty we were constantly
Tearing each other down
I tried to see it through, but I knew
I had to get out of town
In the end they were buried in the ground
Hearts were broken, truths were spoken
I had to follow the sound

It's a fine line you see
When you're looking for a family
In the end we all have to breathe
And find our own way to be free

To find our own way to be free
Find our own way to be free



Credits
Writer(s): Kyra Gordon
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