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I'm a rough tough son of a ***** But believe me I didn't grow up like this Well life was easier then Just follow the footsteps of big strong men And there's nothing wrong with that The only problem is it's a dogs world and you're a cat Cats are good cats are kind But sometimes I like to think with my own mind And so when dogs will shut you out, shut you down Some might simply frown But as I mentioned before I'm rough tough strong and mean And when I'm ****** i'm less like a cat more like a machine And it didn't come quick I spent years in doubt Just trying to figure it out What made me different what made me a freak And that's how I spent week after week Doubting and dissing and hating myself Until it stared destroying my mental health And I was tired of hating I needed a rest So I worked to become the best of the best I'm not a cat nor a dog I'm sure you can see I'm a very special breed, I'm me And maybe I'm not the very best of them all But you can bet your *** I'll be the last one to fall So at the end of the day I don't ask that you fall to your knees Simply step aside while I do as I please Cause I'm a rough tough son of a ***** And I'm done listening to what men have to pitch
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
Rough Tough Son of a *****
I'm a rough tough son of a ***** But believe me I didn't grow up like this Well life was easier then Just follow the footsteps of big strong men And there's nothing wrong with that The only problem is it's a dogs world and you're a cat Cats are good cats are kind But sometimes I like to think with my own mind And so when dogs will shut you out, shut you down Some might simply frown But as I mentioned before I'm rough tough strong and mean And when I'm ****** i'm less like a cat more like a machine And it didn't come quick I spent years in doubt Just trying to figure it out What made me different what made me a freak And that's how I spent week after week Doubting and dissing and hating myself Until it stared destroying my mental health And I was tired of hating I needed a rest So I worked to become the best of the best I'm not a cat nor a dog I'm sure you can see I'm a very special breed, I'm me And maybe I'm not the very best of them all But you can bet your *** I'll be the last one to fall So at the end of the day I don't ask that you fall to your knees Simply step aside while I do as I please Cause I'm a rough tough son of a ***** And I'm done listening to what men have to pitch
Well this is something isn't it, figured it was something worth writing about.
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
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