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My Name Alone

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[male vocals] My

name,

not

my

fathers'

I

want

to

live

my

life,

i

want

to

carve

my

own

niche,

i

want

to

win

in

my

name,

own

my

own

bragging

right,

if

i

fail,

let

it

be

i

failed

in

my

name.

I'm

not

mama's

boy,

not

even

papa's

bot.

I'm

whom,

i

have

chosen

to

be,

me

me

me

and

not

anyone

else's

shadows

and

shades.

I

want

to

boast

in

my

name,

make

my

own

money,

feed

from

my

own

sweat

and

blood's

efforts.

I

dont

want

to

wear

family

laurels,

i

dont

want

to

dwell

in

their

glories,

i

dont

want

to

walk

in

the

shadows

of

family

names.

Free

me,

let

me

be,

i

want

to

be

freed

like

the

bird

in

the

air,

i

want

swim

in

my

own

river

like

a

fish,

i

want

to

feel

the

wild,

spread,

tumble

and

bubble

wide

like

the

waves.

I

hate

the

clinging

sounds

of

chains

and

shackles

that

hold

my

legs.

I

have

chosen

my

path,

music

is

my

calling,

writting

lyrics

is

gift,

singing

is

my

talent.

My

life

is

a

script

of

its

own.

My

actions

are

drama

full

of

comic

relieves,

suspenses

and

tradgedies.

My

choice

anyways!

I

believe

in

myself,

i

believe

in

my

journey,

the

making

of

each

day

paints

the

colours

on

my

canvas.

The

brush

keeps

painting,

keeps

touching

and

making

nice

scratches

for

my

good.

I

want

to

feel

the

bruish

of

falling,

i

want

to

feel

the

pinch

of

wearing

my

own

shoes,

i

want

to

feel

the

pang

of

making

mistakes

and

making

mends.

I

want

to

work

with

my

two

hands,

i

want

to

cross

my

own

bridge

forged

by

own

ideas

and

hands.

Free

me,

let

me

be,

i

want

to

be

freed

like

the

bird

in

the

air,

i

want

swim

in

my

own

river

like

a

fish,

i

want

to

feel

the

wild,

spread,

tumble

and

bubble

wide

like

the

waves.

I

hate

the

clinging

sounds

of

chains

and

shackles

that

hold

my

legs.

I'm

not

afraid

of

street

puppies

and

vipers,

i'm

not

afraid

of

walking

in

the

valley

of

shadow

of

death.

I'm

not

fraid

of

falling,

failing,

wailing.

I

know

healing

comes

through

times.

Strength

comes

through

try

and

error.

They

say

street

is

military,

they

never

knew

i'm

a

decorated

soldier,

they

say

street

is

full

of

puppies

and

snakes,

they

never

knew

i'm

vect

doctor,

they

say

street

is

a

hard

nut,

they

never

knew

i'm

a

crusher.

The

glory

and

reign

of

my

parents

belong

to

the

family

and

everyone

who

wishes

to

walk

in

their

shoes.

Well,

that's

choice

not

mine.

Their

name

is

written

gold,

yes

i

know.

They

work

hard

for

us,

i

agree

with

you,

i

belong

to

the

family,

i

dont

argue

with

anyone.

Free

me,

let

me

be,

i

want

to

be

freed

like

the

bird

in

the

air,

i

want

swim

in

my

own

river

like

a

fish,

i

want

to

feel

the

wild,

spread,

tumble

and

bubble

wide

like

the

waves.

I

hate

the

clinging

sounds

of

chains

and

shackles

that

hold

my

legs.

Well,

i'm

an

adult,

i

have

grown,

i

can

make

my

own

choice

and

choose

my

own

path

for

myself.

Dont

look

me

in

the

mirror

of

my

parent's

names

and

wealth.

Dont

see

me

in

the

light

of

my

parent's

shoes,

dont

hold

my

hands

by

the

virtue

of

family

power

games

and

values.

I

have

walked

in

the

reins

made

for

me,

i

have

slept

in

the

bed

made

by

others,

i

have

eaten

foods

made

by

others

for

too

long,

i

have

been

told

not

to

speak

in

the

public

because

of

family

name.

How

long

will

i

continue

live

in

the

shadows

and

shades

of

other?

Free

me,

let

me

be,

i

want

to

be

freed

like

the

bird

in

the

air,

i

want

swim

in

my

own

river

like

a

fish,

i

want

to

feel

the

wild,

spread,

tumble

and

bubble

wide

like

the

waves.

I

hate

the

clinging

sounds

of

chains

and

shackles

that

hold

my

legs.

The

sound

of

music

is

sweet,

the

raving

echoes

of

my

strings

is

sweeter,

tastier

like

nectar.

The

Street

is

swift

and

sweet,

full

of

fun

and

fraud.

Still

and

still,

i

love

it,

run

it,

own

it,

hold

it

and

helm

it

and

feel

it.

It's

highly

sweet

to

walk

under

the

grooves

of

ancient

trees,

but

i

want

to

plant

and

nurture

my

own

trees,

i

want

to

name

them,

own

them,

live

under

there

grooves

and

feel

highly

of

there

sweet

aroma

every

evening.

Dont

judge

me

by

my

family

name,

dont

see

me

in

the

light

of

my

father's

wealth,

dont

look

down

on

my

arts

because

of

my

choice,

dont

judge

my

genre

on

the

shades

of

family

trees

and

pedigrees.

I

am

me

not

my

fathers'.

Free

me,

let

me

be,

i

want

to

be

freed

like

the

bird

in

the

air,

i

want

swim

in

my

own

river

like

a

fish,

i

want

to

feel

the

wild,

spread,

tumble

and

bubble

wide

like

the

waves.

I

hate

the

clinging

sounds

of

chains

and

shackles

that

hold

my

legs.

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