I Look at me, you see? Is it him or me? Critic's is me hard was this meant to be? The feeling I'm is real, and it's stealing, the meaning to stay in this field Many men of it, few have ever made it Most taken out fighting sin I separate my English, the French When I fall, get down repent, what ye get?
Rocking me constantly, somebody, the pressures is calling me God and society Break Chorus If do I could fall, if I I will crawl. so hard having all, isn't this what I want I out, fell down, Got up, what now
II Put yourself in my shoes, my crew, I lose take a ride right my mind, birds eye view I stopped caring yall think a year ago, here we go, radio, video, Stereo, types cause I'm white, the harder I write, the more on my life Ye it in spite Right to my face, or me in the back depressive no, but I might just snap
III This position's warn out, I out what I wanted not what I thought It was I was poor now I'm cornered Knowing now it's in the past with the wack I'm signing 99 hundred 9 of autographs Most feeling like I'm infinite Critics to kick my backside now they kissing it What a switch up, thought I'd a up Ridiculous, how I up, so what I so different, yeah 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 ain't even