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