| Chorus: Ashley Rose
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| Loathing
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| If there’s one thing that I can’t take
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| It’s this world that’s so full of hate
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| Never one thought about what they say
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| And the weight on my brain with anxiety
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| Loathing
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| Even when I try to escape
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| Trying to hide my scars from the pain
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| I feel so stained, and I’m saying that it’s bothering me
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| Loathing
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| Verse 1: Fiyablasta
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| The feeling I got from jealous ones
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| The hate they spray like shotgun casings since their days are hellish ones
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| But I was frail when their words were flying like «Ugly Duckling»
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| This bird wasn’t flocking with their feathers, so they were chuckling
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| Blackbird singing in the dead of night
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| Saying my tone should be negro instead of white
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| But I thought I was being me, just like I was taught to
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| Yet, intelligence makes me negligent to my roots according to both hues?
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| And so they see me try to shake it off
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| Make them scoff; |
| since the music wasn’t gang banging, claiming soft
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| The way I talk, the way I walk were targets for it all
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| Small minded people couldn’t picture my thinking large |
| Since it was different from the usual
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| I had to ask, «Do I have to be like them to be cool to dudes?»
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| Wanting to be accepted while wanting to change the same
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| The cool nerd became my aim, but they brush me off as a lame
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| That’s why I’m loathing
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| Chorus: Ashley Rose
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| Verse 2: Fiyablasta
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| Surrounded by my peers pressing
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| Molded my esteem a bit as I start second guessing
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| Popularity’s becoming more important in the seventh
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| Graded in the lower eighth cause good grades aren’t all impressive
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| Still considered an Oreo amongst all the classmates
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| Though, I finally found that behavior has no attached race
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| But now I get picked on for my skill in athletics
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| Not too pathetic; |
| still the sidelines and my cleats were magnetic
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| Attracted the outcasts, since my mouth casts kindness
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| Treating friends like acquaintances, since my smiles hide this
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| Feeling that no one really likes me; |
| some don’t mind just
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| Tolerating my company during school times; |
| it’s
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| At that moment, I hated how I stick out
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| Even though, I tried to become everyone’s Malcolm in the Middle |
| That pressure caved me and crying for help
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| That night I won’t forget where my mama knelt
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| Aiding me cope with my self-loathing
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| Chorus: Ashley Rose
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| Verse 3: Fiyablasta
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| The fact that I still can’t escape it
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| The fact that half of my jokes are still self-deprecating
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| The truth that I see me as a failure in the making
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| Cause although I’m made amazing, I settle in my complacence
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| Am I hypocritical to push people to positivity
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| When I’m the same as them, by letting all my flaws get to me?
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| The hate decayed my flame a decade ago
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| Since my insecurities they called out are unshakeable
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| Caught up in looks, cause I ain’t got them
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| Decisions have me shook; |
| I slalom
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| Because chances I took end rotten
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| I’m broke as a joke cause I choked helping folks
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| As a CNA or PCT and seeing a poor me be TLC’s
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| Definition of scrub
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| That’s why I’m not showing me any love
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| I HATE ME! |
| I hate that I hate me
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| Cause as a kid, I was raised to live a great me
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| But now I’m never good enough to even take compliments
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| Behind all the confidence is a man lost in his own loathing |
| Chorus: Ashley Rose
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| Outro:
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| And lastly, I want to get out of here for good. |
| And after I do, I don’t want to
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| pay no taxes, like, forever! |
| You want the Fiyablasta, he has some demands |