Kid's Liberation Song (Bruce Phillips) Look what I found out here in the back yard It's fuzzy and looks like it's going somewhere When I open my hand up to ask you my question You thump me and holler, "Don't bring that in here!" Well I had a question I wanted to ask you And I had some thoughts that I wanted to share But you make me feel like I don't know nothing And you make me wonder if you even care I'm stuck down here in a world full of giants You push me around like a dumb little kid And sometimes you hit me just 'cause you want to I don't even know what it was that I did Oh mommy's out putting her hair up in curlers And daddy's wrapped up in his football and beer And maybe they think that I'm just a damn nuisance But I sure as hell didn't ask to be here Oh I ain't a broom that you hide in the closet And I ain't a dog that you bribe with a treat I'm tired of your threats and your punches and promises And I'd run away, but I can't cross the street Surrounded by teachers and creatures and parents You say everybody knows better than me But I know some things that you never thought of And you'd be surprised at the stuff that I see Oh I see the ants and I see the butterflies I see the birds in the tops of the trees And I got me a camera that doesn't miss nothing And my friends are anything smaller than me I've tried all I can to get your attention I'll have to try some other thing, I suppose When you tiptoe in to tuck in my covers I think I'll sit up and bite off your nose Now everyone's trying to get liberated You've all got the notion you want to be free Red folks and black folks and poor folks and women Now all you damn grownups, stop pickin' on me! Copyright Strike Music MC
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