| Feels like a close, it’s coming to
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| Fuck am I gonna do?
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| It’s too late to start over
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| This is the only thing I, thing I know
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| Sometimes I feel like all I ever do is
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| Find different ways to word the same old song
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| Ever since I came along
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| From the day the song called «Hi! |
| My Name Is» dropped
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| Started thinking my name was Fault
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| ‘Cause any time things went wrong
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| I was the one who they would blame it on
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| The media made me the equivalent
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| Of a modern-day Genghis Khan
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| Tried to argue it was only entertainment, dog
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| Gangster? |
| Nah, courageous balls
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| Had to change my style, they said I’m way too soft
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| And I sound like AZ and Nas, out came the claws
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| And the fangs been out since then
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| But up until the instant that I went against it
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| It was ingrained in me
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| That I wouldn’t amount to a shit stain, I thought
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| No wonder I had to unlearn everything my brain was taught
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| «Do I really belong in this game?», I pondered
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| I just wanna play my part
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| Should I make waves or not?
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| So back and forth in my brain the tug of war wages on
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| And I don’t wanna seem ungrateful
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| Or disrespect the art form I was raised upon
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| But sometimes you gotta take a loss
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| And have people rub it in your face
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| Before you get made pissed off
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| And keep plugging, it’s your only outlet
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| And your only outfit, so you know they gonna talk about it
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| Better find a way to counter it quick and make it… ah
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| Feel like I’ve already said this a kabillion 80 times
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| How many times can I say the same thing
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| Different ways that rhyme?
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| What I really wanna say is, if there’s anyone else that can relate to my story,
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| bet you feel the same way I felt
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| When I was in the same place you are, when I was afraid to—
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| I was a, afraid to make a single sound
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| Afraid I would never find a way out, out, out
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| Afraid I’d never be found (My dreams)
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| I didn’t wanna go another round (Yeah)
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| An angry man’s power will shut you up (Agh!)
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| Trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love
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| Run out of excuses for everyone
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| So here I am and I will not run (Yeah)
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| Guts over fear (The time is near)
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| Guts over fear (Might shed a tear)
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| For all the times I let you push me round
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| I let you keep me down (Now I got)
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| Guts over fear, guts over fear
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| Feels like a close, it’s coming to
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| Fuck am I gonna do?
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| It’s too late to start over
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| This is the only thing I, thing I know
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| I know what it was like, I was there once
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| Single parents, hate your appearance
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| As you struggle to find your place in this world
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| And the pain spawns all the anger on
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| But it wasn’t 'til I put the pain in song
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| Learned who to aim it on that I made a spark
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| Started to spit harder shit
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| Learned how to harness it while the reins were off
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| And there was a lot of bizarre shit, but the crazy part
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| Was soon as I stopped saying I gave a fuck
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| Haters started to appreciate my art
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| And it just breaks my heart to look at all the pain I caused
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| But what am I gonna do when the rage is gone
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| And the lights go out in that trailer park? |
| Oh
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| And the window is closing and there’s nowhere else that I can go with flows and
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| I’m frozen
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| ‘Cause there’s no more emotion for me to pull from
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| Just a bunch of playful songs that I make for fun
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| So, to the break of dawn, here I go recycling the same old song
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| But I’d rather make «Not Afraid 2»
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| Than make another motherfucking «We Made You,» ah
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| Now, I don’t wanna seem indulgent
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| When I discuss my lows and my highs
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| My demise and my uprise, pray to God
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| I just open enough eyes later on
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| And gave you the supplies and the tools
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| To hopefully use that’ll make you strong
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| Enough to lift yourself up, when you feel like I felt
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| ‘Cause I can’t explain to y’all how dang exhausted my legs felt
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| Just having to balance my dang self
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| When on eggshells, I was made to walk
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| But thank you, Ma, ‘cause that gave me the
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| Strength to cause Shady-mania, so when they empty that stadium
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| Least I made it out of that house
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| And found a place in this world when the day was done
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| So this is for every kid who all’s they ever did
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| Was dreamt of one day just getting accepted
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| I represent him or her, anyone similar
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| You are the reason that I made this song
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| And everything you’re scared to say
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| Don’t be afraid to say no more
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| From this day forward, just let them a-holes talk
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| Take it with a grain of salt—and eat their fucking faces off!
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| The legend of the angry blonde
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| Lives on through you when I’m gone, and to think I was a—
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| I was a, afraid to make a single sound
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| Afraid I would never find a way out, out, out
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| Afraid I’d never be found (My dreams)
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| I didn’t wanna go another round (Yeah)
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| An angry man’s power will shut you up (Agh!)
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| Trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love
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| Run out of excuses for everyone
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| So here I am and I will not run (Yeah)
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| Guts over fear (The time is near)
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| Guts over fear (Might shed a tear)
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| For all the times I let you push me round
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| I let you keep me down (Now I got)
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| Guts over fear, guts over fear |