I Look at me, you see? Is it him or me? Critic's is me hard was this meant to be? The I'm feeling 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, like the When I fall, get down repent, what ye get?
Rocking me constantly, being somebody, the pressures is me God and Break Down Chorus If do I fall, if I don't I will crawl. It's so hard having all, this what I want I stepped out, down, Got up, what now
II Put yourself in my shoes, my crew, I lose take a right through my mind, birds eye view I stopped caring what yall 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 Right to my face, or stab me in the Manic depressive no, but I might snap
III This position's out, I want out what I wanted not what I thought It was when I was now I'm cornered Knowing now it's in the past the wack raps I'm signing 99 hundred 9 lines of Most significant feeling I'm infinite Critics used to kick my backside now 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 you got counterfeit religion I say it in my lines in ye face up to You on something that you ain't even tried