I Look at me, you see? Is it him or me? is dissing me hard was this meant to be? The feeling I'm feeling is real, and it's stealing, the meaning to in this field men of tried it, few have ever made it Most taken out fighting sin I separate my English, like the When I fall, get down repent, don't ye get?
Rocking me constantly, somebody, the pressures is calling me God and society Break Down If do I could fall, if I I will crawl. It's so hard having all, isn't this what I I stepped out, down, Got up, what now
II Put in my shoes, with my crew, I take a ride right through my mind, birds eye view I stopped what yall think a year ago, here we go, radio, video, Stereo, types I'm white, the harder I write, the more lies on my life Ye tell it in to my face, or stab me in the back Manic depressive no, but I might snap
III This position's out, I want out It's what I wanted not what I It was when I was poor now I'm Knowing now it's in the past with the wack I'm 99 hundred 9 lines of autographs Most feeling like I'm infinite Critics used to my backside now they kissing it What a switch up, I'd a give up Ridiculous, how I up, so what I ain't so different, I'm a Christian Living still winning you got counterfeit I say it in my lines in ye face up to You hating on something that you even tried