Little lamb quality
Unknown by she
So deeply envied
By foolish society
She cares 4 the truth
Not even aware
4 she is a child
And children don’t think but care
She sells her soul
Cuz it’s all she knows
She sells her soul
Cuz it’s all she owns
Little lamb quality
Dwells in a space
At each of the walls
She stares and sees a face
Some hate some love some need
Some beg some smile some plead
Maturity drowns our soul
And the lambs turn to sheep
She sells her soul
Cuz it’s all she knows
She sells her soul
Cuz it’s all she owns
Independence
She won't take nothing from thee
Independence
As she sets herself free
Please remember your feelings when you were believing
Before you could read and be poisoned by needs
To deceive not just bleeding you crave for release
So baby be not a sheep, in the flock they call society
Can’t u look 2 graze when the shepherd misguides
Won’t u run try and hide when the foxes run wild
U cum of age and yes behold u dwell on all the bullshit told
By those who regard being old as some sort of holy fold
Note not like a child, the torments wiped from its banks
How we misunderstand the weird old man with barbie in his hand
He don't give a damn
Neither does little lamb
She sells her soul
Cuz it’s all she knows
She sells her soul
Cuz it’s all she owns