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Who I Am
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Clayton Jennings
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People ask me how I write my poetry To be honest, when I listen to these instrumentals, it just flows through me From my stomach to heart to my head to my hands From "Dear Anxiety" to "When I Became a Man" I used to write 'em in Indiana dirt, now I write 'em in the sand I spin these words like tops, if I don't stop, it'll put you in a trance But it's beatless, so you don't know whether to sit still or dance But I'm like "Eat this", so you do 'cause you're fans And to be honest with you, that was never the plan But it became reality like TV Some people say they wouldn't be here without me So I hope to God every person who ever hurt me, dissed me, and clowned me Sees that everything they tried wasn't enough to drown me And now I have an army of loyal followers who surround me My enemies are as soft as feathers, just rolls of white Bounty Known around the world now, they used to only know me from my county With popularity came poison, my picture with a bounty But I'm a dog, too, so it doesn't bother me when they hound me These days, I'm extra careful who I let around me A break from this rat race would be nice like finally I never liked hide and seek 'cause people could never find me "It's been like three hours, yo, where is he hiding?" I've always been good at being alone I swear I get anxiety with the ring of a phone Like I married this chick, one ring and it's on Forgot to sign the prenup, so half of my stability is gone Anxiety doesn't stop, it goes on, and it goes on, and it goes on Until people see your face bloat like which benzos are you on Let's be honest, if I OD'd, nobody would care that I'm gone These days, life gets scarier with every page that I'm on If I could escape anxiety like Harry I'd do it with the wave of his wand It's always on, and I'd rather keep it off As for my front door, please don't knock As for my bedroom, please keep it locked As for my pistol, please keep it c*cked Only thirty-one, but I've been through a lot So if you keep talking about me like you know me then stop And if you think you're gonna find a way to save me, you're not Because your salvation doesn't look like mine Mine looks like freedom, yours looks like control of the mind And it was really only a matter of time Before you realized that I wasn't fine Even though people say that I'm fine They're talking about my face while ignoring my mind A famous friend of mine could see it in my eyes She asked if I was doing okay but knew that I wasn't Hooked on prescription pills, I would wake up grumpy but fall asleep buzzin' If it said take two on the bottle, I'd pop the top and throw back a dozen Then I'd pray I'd wake up in Heaven and not in the oven And I could keep writing this, we're at one page now, I could zone out and write for a dozen On the inside, I hate life, on the outside, I love it On the outside, I pray for my enemies, on the inside, I'm like shove it So I can't be the only one with these thoughts, right? I lie awake anxious in the middle of the night These temptations are dangerous, these voices aren't right Big decisions to make, these choices aren't light And if you think I'm struggling, that's the first thing about me that you got right I'm scared of the daytime but also afraid of the night The poetry comes from pain, don't describe it as pride I wish to God you could step in my shoes for a second and feel what I feel I've got dirt on everyone, who else wants a meal? "Clayton's out of control, that boy's crazed!" Nah, I'm just grown now and refuse to be played And now look at all these people playing my poetry I got out of religion, and that's where I found God Or maybe God found me So back to the people who betrayed me and downed me Let me say this proudly I didn't stop when you said quit The words of my enemies didn't affect me a bit But the silence from my friends did, and I got a whole lot of it I've been through a whole lotta - And I told myself I wasn't gonna curse anymore Only if tomorrow has something worse for me in store Then I might say [dam/damn] And my eyes hold back a lake of tears, hold steady my dam Still charming as ever, let me get the door for you madame I wish you could spend a day with me to see who I am Face to face and man to man I'm tired of friends turned enemies, man this was never the plan But these days, I know exactly who I am Free
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