Deesa - Fighting Fish Lyrics
Swimming in a swifterPretty as a pictureDon't get it twisted, man, her bite is a *****You can name, you can keep herBut take care when you feed herYou never can take the fight out of the fishChomping at the drill bitNever one to still sitYou can test my metal with a magnet and some tin snipsInk test, all I see is canines and some wing tipsPilot pen in pocket, I'm riding instinct and inkjetsAround here we don't like talk of big dreamsTo stand out is a pride, a conceitTo aim high is to make waves, to split seamsBut that's not what it seems like to me ‘causeI wanna try, I wanna riskAnd I don't wanna walk, rather swing and missI'm not above apologiesBut I don't ask permissionGot a lot of imperfectionsBut I don't count my ambition in ‘emZeno's arrowNever hits the markIt's alwaysHanging there over it's shadowSafe from battleWaste of archer's time and troubleWaste of effortWaste of partsIf you don't aim for the centerIt's a waste of the artI didn't come looking for loveI didn't come to pick a fightI didn't come to wave or take picturesPander to some benefactor, ring on every broken fingerWon't extend my wings to be clippedI know the culture here is to stay humble but shitIf we all go round bowed heads, button-lippedIf none of us go for the bell, then who is?My mother says I've loved too many menBut I took and left something in every single bedThe rook can look left, right, just turns his headBut the knight might rise up, investigate the gridGender, genreGuess I'm on one bent bothJust the constructs of the old wordGone brokeWomen, childrenLet me tell youI've been bothAnd it's a myth, we all swim for the life boatsI didn't come looking for loveI didn't come to pick a fightI come here every night to workAnd you can grab an axe, man,Or you can step asideZeno's arrowNever hits the markIt's alwaysHanging there over it's shadowSafe from battleWaste of archer's time and troubleWaste of effortWaste of partsIf you don't aim for the centerIt's a waste of the artSelf-taught, self-made, bet, self-styledSelf-saw, self-came, self-took island of convertsTo conquer is old schoolWe march ‘em in converseJust armed with their own toolsWhile my knees still flexWhile my joints hold steadyMind sharp, spine straight, Chucks laced readyI travel by kiteTravel light, at touch downI swallow the diceI make my own luck nowZeno's arrow neverHits the markIt's always hanging thereOver it's ownShadow in the darkIt's own shadow in the dark
