PREPARED BY: N. FIRAT UŞTU
Your cameras are not for me, Petite has stayed true to herself.
I'm the one who was patronized, always out in the streets.
Do you remember? The little savage always among big cats, bright star!
Left to fend for ourselves, pointed at, but children with such a strength
Tell me, do you remember? Even without a chance, we go for it chance favours bravery itself
So cover your ears when the blasphemy preachers are talking the nasty kids won't surrender.
Yes, I dared say no I won't listen to them until they start talking about humanity instead of money
Under the street lights, indeed I dreamed of pulling through But how could I be cured from the murk when the world basks in it?
So I'm fighting my demons out of my sordid years
I don't know what an artist's life is my whole life is off the beaten path
Going forth into the desert or posing on top of a dune,
staring at the steep slope between the pavement and the moon.
Yes, I don't wait for limelight to walk into the light. My insolence salutes you in the name of the child I was.
Don't give a damn about artist's life Petite has stayed true to herself
I'm the one who was patronized, always out in the streets.
I don't care about order, even if I am its captive like all kids in Babylon but not in your categories that break us down, let me think by myself, I don't need no pilot
Don't give a damn about artist's life Petite has stayed true to herself
I'm the one who was patronized, always out in the streets.
I don't care about order, even if I am its captive like all kids in Babylon but not in your categories that break us down, let me think by myself, I don't need no pilot
All your rewards are not for me I am the one who was condemned to the worst
Black sheep, shriveled dreams, all your system made me puke
Your dreams of stars are not mine how could you understand me?
I don't mix up the means and the ends, and I can see the world shivering
And do you remember our promises? Do you remember? Has the time blown them away?
Yes, water has flown under the bridge, and who can still touch bottom? Arbitrary law of men, an illusion far from the heart
Phoney upholders of the law, men are playing God. Do you remember? Grown out of a furious youth
Petite, ceaseless runaway, in love with liberty, I don't care about advertising I am nobody's artist, I am the pen of my soul
Who was there when Petite lived on the pavement? No one! Doggy world, I won't return to its kennel
Against the system and I sing rap, yes I represent this confusion A teenager under the stars, like an epic getaway
It has left marks, and I won't forget men can be such bastards
Don't give a damn about artist's life Petite has stayed true to herself
I'm the one who was patronized, always out in the streets.
I don't care about order, even if I am its captive like all kids in Babylon but not in your categories that break us down, let me think by myself, I don't need no pilot
Don't give a damn about artist's life Petite has stayed true to herself
I'm the one who was patronized, always out in the streets.
I don't care about order, even if I am its captive like all kids in Babylon but not in your categories that break us down, let me think by myself, I don't need no pilot
The Industry is not for me except for blowing my fuses
what do I do in there? On the other hand I can't throw the towel now
Torn for a long time, my ideal preserved under the bridges The little driver of the media steamroller likes to make fun of the audience
I fled music, no I'm not a article for sale Without appearing on the wire or TV, they said I could not make it
a sincere artist for sincere people We have put their scheme upside down
while they said it wouldn't work Fuck what you say, fuck your conventions, fuck all your barriers
If I break through, it's the people themselves who will bear my music anyway
I earned my spurs in the shadow I owe nothing to anybody
I've been around I've never been ashamed
I have no elder brothers And I had to fight with no one to get there.
I have not betrayed a single conviction, whatever you say. If I was selling my heart for a living, I could make an album every year
If I nearly quit the business, it's because I feel cramped here it's hard to figure how much it weights on me That's why I write under the light of the stars
Don't give a damn about artist's life Petite has stayed true to herself
I'm the one who was patronized, always out in the streets.
I don't care about order, even if I am its captive like all kids in Babylon but not in your categories that break us down, let me think by myself, I don't need no pilot
Don't give a damn about artist's life Petite has stayed true to herself
I'm the one who was patronized, always out in the streets.
I don't care about order, even if I am its captive like all kids in Babylon but not in your categories that break us down, let me think by myself, I don't need no pilot
PREPARED BY: N. FIRAT UŞTU INSTAGRAM: FIRAT_RCRVRY
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