Private Permission lyrics

Its time to man up and quit actin like a robot

No man goes deprogrammed in the land of covered sore spots

When comforts hand knocks on my door I keep my door locked

Keep my feet planted firmly to the floor like angry warlock

And as soon as midnight strikes, the hands of time grab my neck

I sit and write like it’s the last night of my life and I pretend like

I'm fine—the problem is I've lost my high and

Life won't fit inside my pipe— its my psyche

I don’t think he really likes my kind, set fire

Ignite my insight on the flip side

How’d it get wet?

It's sweat, a result from the bomb threats from

Whoever has my conscience in hostage

No, i'm not sick, I'm gifted and I will not forfeit

I'm pregnant with beauty—and I ain't havin' no abortion

I won't cut the umbilical chord, this things enormous

I'm getting nauseous—lifeless—more or less

Tortoise tucked head—itchin', prociline doll, organs

A big almighty man scared of a little bitty critters

Is in fear of that which possesses the opposite of his weakness

In my hand is a pledge in my hands is my head

In my head is plan

In my plan is a sketch

Why are you always watching me?

Go a head fill me in, go ahead fill me in

You got my permission

I'm not your property

My common cognitive sequence covers tracks

He’s hard to follow, sort of like anticipations of

What occupies tomorrow—I walk my blind seeing eye dog—

On all hands and knees, tryin' to squeeze the breeze tight like

Python-exercise the muscles of my mind until my mind pops

Out of my eye sockets—Ill be fine—with the sight of a cockeyed Cyclops,

Find me-between-the fine line of idolized and

Resentful-in denial, pullin' my skeleton behind me

With a smile pulled over my head—cuz its messy,

Point my light in any direction. I fight for an entrance, a secret exit into permanence

Beating death with a firm grip

I'm cracked, drenched in a waxy coat of resistance—

So, hold the magnifying glass as close as you can up to my image

And when I drip into the cracks of the cement

I'm skinny dippin'—in the rushing stream of consciousness

With no life jacket on, pryin' back the filter caps

What goes in will stay in - you can never scrub the residue

Therefore, I brain storm, keep your face warm

In my hand is a pledge in my hands is my head

In my head is plan

In my plan is a sketch

Why are you always watching me?

Go a head fill me in, go ahead fill me in

You got my permission

I'm not your property

In my hand is a pledge in my hands is my head

In my head is plan

In my plan is a sketch

Why are you always watching me?

Go a head fill me in, go ahead fill me in

You got my permission

I'm not your property

I'm not your property

• Artist:Kristoff Krane
• Album:I Freestyle Life (2005-2013) (2014)