I get my papers straight and everything else follows
I smile to show my content of my accomplishment
Yet you try to drag me down and tell me I can't do this&that
I am not a child of whom you have to change from time to time
You don't have to put on a smile to pretend that you want me to succeed
'Cuz in heart you know that you want me to stay in the same spot as you
I'm not asking for much, I'm just asking to loosen up a little bit
& release me from this tight grip you have on me
My brotha I am not asking for much
Why won't you consider my request?
Is it that narrow mind of yours that tell you don't let go?
My brotha I will escape your tight grip
I listen to what you have to say now why won't you listen to me?
I'm not asking for much...
