Psychosocial Lyrics Novels & Stories

🎶He wanna squeeze on ma back and ma breastasiz🎶 🎶They wanna press the kid but can't impress the kid🎶 🎶They be lucky if they even got next to this🎶 🎶Can I know what I bring, some don't bring anything🎶 🎶I'd rather eat on my own if I can't eat widda king🎶 🎶I been about ma bag, I can't forget ma tag🎶 🎶None of them can't don't like me🎶 🎶None of their bitches ain't doin' it like me🎶 🎶My whole ting diff, know your feelin' it high key🎶 🎶I know what your thinking I'm all in your psyche🎶 🎶Any time you come around, you calm my anxiety🎶 🎶Got me feeling some typa way🎶 🎶Call my phone any time ah day🎶

He was always patient with me and helped me organize my chaotic thoughts. “I wrote this in my dressing room one night after a show.” I said, voice low slightly hesitant. “The lyrics… They’re raw. Heartbreak, fear, loneliness. It tells a story about losing someone who means the world to you. Or your younger self, the person you no longer are if that makes sense. I don’t want you to feel like your world is falling apart when you hear it. I want them to feel comfort and unstoppable.” He raised an eyebrow lowering his tablet. “Unstoppable? For a heartbreak song? Rae you’re going to drive people crazy again...”

I play the music before I stand in front of the pole and close my eyes. The beat started airing around the room, collided with the passion spreading out of me and the fire of the music. I slowly touch my legs up to my stomach, up to my chest into the air. I start dancing and admiring the bewildering of the music. “Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise, tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised, now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it, already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it” the lyrics are significant.

*Echoes* My pain My sorrow Reverts back at me Like a house Without a thing. I tried filling it up with Joy And love but darkness still painted them black. Maybe I'm not meant For this; I mean Happiness and Love isn't meant for me. Sadness Darkness Is where I belong and maybe suicide would be the end of me. My thoughts are blank My thinking is blocked Echoes of my empty cobwebbed mind is all I hear. *©Gemini Pride*

I smirked at him and focused on other people and nodded my head to the musician to start the music. I began to tap my hand on the microphone to follow the tempo. And I sang: The world can be a nasty place, You know it, I know it, yeah, We don't have to fall from grace, Put down the weapons you fight with, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead now,

Tears starts welling in my eyes. "I don't know why... But it looks like you're just being mean to me... " I said that silenced them. I looked at them determined. "But nothing can stop me from singing! With or without music, I will sing! Even if it means in acapella." I will show you! That I have talent! What a meanie! I hate them! A broken man without a home Desperate and so alone A victim of society No one really wants to see Some of us don't even wonder

Peyton giggles. I’m silent. I can’t speak. The love and emotions swirling inside of me are too much. Carson plans to share these lyrics with the world. The world will know exactly how he feels about me. It’s heady, it’s sweet, and it’s so much more than I can ever give to him. I’m lost in my own thoughts for so long that when I become alert in the studio again, the guys are experimenting with lyrics to another song. “Risk… must… gifted… not a tryst… dust… Play my part… trust… hair mussed… heart… lust… I was lost… box… come undone, unravel me.”

"Let's just head back over to the tables, P. We're not gonna be able to reach those guys, and I would hate to have to hurt someone's feelings if they think to try me." Psy laughed. "For a person with no wolf, you are probably stronger than them all, but they're all too blind to notice. You talk a lot of crap, but at least you definitely have the skill to back it up." We laughed more. "Heck yeah. My momma ain't raise no weakling." Psy got silent out of nowhere. I looked and noticed her eyes fogged over. I knew she was being mindlinked. She finally focused back and gave me a sad smile.

I smiled, when she turned around and looked into my eyes, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I couldn’t help but get goosebumps as I heard the lyrics to the song and I pressed my forehead to Ari’s as we swayed to the song and the lyrics, ‘cause we are warriors, We’ll fight for our lives, Like soldiers, all through the night And we won’t give up We will survive, we are warriors. And we’re stronger That’s why we’re alive We will conquer, time after time, We’ll never falter, We will survive, we are warriors…’

“You still wear this?” “Every day,” she said. “It reminds me of who I was before you… and who I became after.” --- Scene – Inside the Hall, Later That Night Tessy stood by the DJ’s booth, clutching the mic as the crowd roared in anticipation. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she declared with a dramatic flair, “this song is for every single person here who ever thought they wouldn't make it.” The beat dropped—an upbeat mix of afrobeats and pop—and the floor exploded into movement.