I Look at me, you see? Is it him or me? Critic's is dissing me was this meant to be? The feeling I'm is real, and it's stealing, the meaning to stay in this field men of tried it, few have ever made it Most out fighting sin temptations I my English, like the French When I fall, get down repent, what don't ye
Rocking me constantly, being somebody, the pressures is me God and society Down Chorus If do I could fall, if I don't I crawl. It's so having all, isn't this what I want I out, fell down, Got up, what now
II Put in my shoes, with my crew, I lose a ride right through my mind, birds eye view I stopped caring what yall a year ago, here we go, radio, video, Stereo, types cause I'm white, the harder I write, the lies on my life Ye tell it in to my face, or stab me in the back Manic depressive no, but I might just
III This position's warn out, I out It's what I wanted not I thought It was I was poor now I'm cornered Knowing now in the past with the wack raps I'm signing 99 9 lines of autographs Most significant feeling like I'm Critics used to kick my backside now they it What a switch up, thought I'd a up Ridiculous, how I up, so what I ain't so different, I'm a Christian Living still you got counterfeit religion I say it in my in ye face up to rise You hating on that you ain't even tried