pick the thorns out

(If you know who I am, then you know why I'm here, what I seek, and how important it is that I succeed)
(Can you assist in my quest?)
(Now, I'm not in the habit of taking orders from a machine!)

I been low, I been knocked down
I been stressed, I been tested and left out
I been soft, I been loud, I been downtown
Found with the loudmouths
'Round where the clowns crowd

I keep my feet on the ground
'Cause you've got to get up
If you want to get down
Pound for pound
I'll go round for round
But that frown will drown
So bring down the sound
I been knocked down
Gotta' get it up
No time to talk now
Thought I'd hit 'em up
They put the call down
As if I give a fuck
They a stall now, I need it all now
I need it all now
I need to ball now
I need to turn this
Fucking bedroom to a hall now
Let's break the rules now
No time to cool down
And watch me turn this pile of ashes
To some jewels, now

I been low, I been knocked down
I been stressed, I been tested and left out
'Gotta go, though, I know it's a worn route
'Gotta get up, and get out, and pick the thorns out
Never know what to talk about
I been blessed, do my best for the honest self
Shit, I lost it now
No wait I found it!
Damn, it's gone again
No way around it

No way to stop it
So you might as well get with it
When I'm feeling like a prophet
Man, I might as well just spit it
I'm a liar, I admit it
I ain't flying high like quidditch!
I'm a landlubber, trying every trick to get a minute
In the sky
How many balloons have caught fire? And why?
And how many more do we 'gotta try? And why?
How many are truly inspired?
A confused response, I was hardly surprised

(Must be this land's legendary treasure, I hear that it's a wish-granting star)

I been low, I been knocked down
I been stressed, I been tested and left out
I been soft, I been loud, I been downtown
Found with the loudmouths
'Round where the clowns crowd
Messing around
I been low, I been knocked down
Blessed but I'm stressed, I been tested and left out
'Gotta go, though, I know it's a worn route
'Gotta get up, and get out, and pick the thorns out



Credits
Writer(s): Forest Zabriskie
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