Marc C. Cole - The Younger Me

Thinking on back to the younger me
I been thinking of places that Ive Never Seen
I ain't got time to talk About Your revolution

I was sick of being tied to a web of Lies
I was semi detached till I was Twenty five, washed up stitched up
I'd give up on my dreams

Could you move, move, move me
If you prove, prove, prove me
Could you move me
At the right time

Could you love, love, love me
If you knew, knew, knew me
Could you love me
And it was the right time

They don't mean nothing to me
Ain't no one else can be who you
Wanna be

Be sure on just how you want it
Take out only what you really need

Some advice that I'd give
To the younger me

I am the youngest son to a northern
Man, he gave all he could to this
Promised land
A mind so sharp he would have Cleared up your confusion

I guess I've always been at war
With the other me
The one you never saw
Washed up messed up
I guess it's not only me

Could you move, move, move me
If you prove, prove, prove me
Could you move me
At the right time

Could you love, love, love me
If you knew, knew, knew me
Could you love me
And it was the right time

They don't mean nothing to me
Ain't no one else can be who you
Wanna be

Be sure on just how you want it
Take out only what you really need

Some advice that I'd give
To the younger me
To the younger me

Could you move, move, move me
If you prove, prove, prove me
Could you move me
At the right time

Could you love, love, love me
If you knew, knew, knew me
Could you love me
And it was the right time

Written by:
Marc C. Cole

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