I Look at me, what you Is it him or me? Critic's is dissing me hard was 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 sin temptations I my English, like the French When I fall, get down repent, don't ye get?
Rocking me constantly, being somebody, the is calling me God and society Break Down If do I could fall, if I don't I crawl. It's so hard all, isn't this what I want I stepped out, fell down, Got up, now
II Put in my shoes, with my crew, I lose take a ride right through my mind, eye view I stopped caring what 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 stab me in the Manic depressive no, but I might snap
III This position's out, I want out It's what I wanted not I thought It was I was poor now I'm cornered Knowing now it's in the past with the wack I'm 99 hundred 9 lines of autographs Most significant like I'm infinite Critics used to kick my backside now they it What a switch up, thought I'd a up Ridiculous, how I ended up, so I ain't so different, I'm a Christian Living still winning you got religion I say it in my lines in ye up to rise You hating on something that you ain't even