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 men of tried it, few have ever made it Most taken out sin temptations I separate my English, 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 I will crawl. It's so having all, isn't this what I want I stepped out, fell down, Got up, now
II Put yourself in my shoes, 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 more on my life Ye it in spite Right to my face, or me in the back Manic depressive no, but I might just
III This position's out, I want out It's I wanted not what I thought It was when I was now I'm cornered now it's in the past with the wack raps I'm 99 hundred 9 lines of autographs Most feeling like I'm infinite Critics to kick my backside now they kissing it What a up, thought I'd a give up Ridiculous, how I ended up, so I ain't so different, I'm a Christian Living still winning you got counterfeit I say it in my in ye face up to rise You hating on something you ain't even tried