(Not) Who I Am


I’ve bin holdin’ back my talent, as a bit-part way backstage.
it’s the end of the first chapter, lovey-dove(y) honeymoon phase.
I’ve bin holdin’ back my thunder, I’ve bin locked up in a cage.
I’ve bin holdin’ back the Alpha, I’ve bin holdin’ back my rage.

Always mind my Ps and Qs, puttin’ on my “bestest” airs,
dressed up beyond the nines, exude flawless taste an’ flair.
It’s time to break some promises, I don’t give a tinker’s damn!
What you’ve seen is Mr. Nice Guy, but that’s not

who I am.

I’ve bin waitin’ for God’s favour, I’ve bin hounded by the curse
waitin’ for my life to begin, I was waitin’ for a hearse.
Bin readin’ too much into things, bin writin’ too much verse.
Claimin’ that I’m healthy, I’ve bin dreamin’ ’bout a nurse.

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I can’t help the way that I am, psycho-crazy and deranged,
All I seem to hear, he’d be so nice, “If only he could change.”
I tried my best to fit in, exemplary Mr. Grey,
but Hyde has taken over, better up and runaway!

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©8.10.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

goin’ through a/out of phase
waitin’ for-affairs to improve, knowin’ they’ll just get worse.
Bin calm, cool and collected, vented my anger and my rage.
it’s time to turn the air blue, I don’t give a tinker’s damn.


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