This Life Is Mine

They got opinions carved in stone About how a man should stand alone

Too hard, too cold, too much inside Or not enough spine to survive

Every screen tells me who to be Sellin' shame like currency

Try to lock me in a narrow frame But I don't burn by borrowed

flame Feet on the ground, chest held high I hear the

noise, I hear the lies Push me back, I push through

I don't need permission to be true They don't get to tell me

who I am I stand my ground I make my