| How can I perfect myself, I just wanna learn the ways
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| Many chapters in the book of life, you gotta turn the page
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| Lying and chicanery, no more living dangerously
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| You ain’t with me every day so you don’t see the change in me
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| Yeah it’s been a long road, evil got a strong hold
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| They say I ain’t perfect, tell me something that I don’t know
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| Runnin' tryin' to make up ground, ain’t no time to play around
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| Every time I plan my rise, others plot to take me down
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| Yeah man it’s a dirty game, got them words from Murder One
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| Any time I’m 'bout to judge, I think about the dirt I done
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| I’mma try to find the top, whether people ride or not
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| Some say they have no regrets, I can’t lie I got a lot
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| Keep your ignorant opinions, see I don’t need none of them
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| There’s only ten or twelve people I trust and you not one of them
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| I knew that I’d be criticised, slandered with opposing talk
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| So why would I complain about a path that I chose to walk?
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| Made mistakes while tryin' to build
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| I’m not perfect, but I still
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| Keep my focus, keep my pride
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| Don’t allow no hate inside
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| I took some chances to prevail
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| Some would work out, some would fail
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| But in the end though none agree
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| When y’all are gone I’ll still be me
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| It’s getting harder to survive, all you wanna do is hide
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| Wished that you could make it stop, contemplated suicide
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| If you that stupid, try it, there won’t be no intervention
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| Some people need help for real, you just tryin' to get attention
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| Put my demons on a page, exercise 'em vocally
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| People criticse me daily, who the hell you supposed to be?
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| Judge me all the way through, hateful and ungrateful
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| Ridiculing me for trying to drop knowledge and save you
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| The damn nerve of you, I did that 'cus I loved you
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| Always walked among the people, never stood above you
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| My brain had no piece of time, tryin' to write some decent lines
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| Every move I made up in this shit I had the streets in mind
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| Never changed scenery, some hate me instinctively
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| You think I lose sleep worrying about what people think of me?
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| Lot of people know the truth, most of 'em just scared to tell it
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| Observing my soul, I guess they made because I didn’t sell it
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| You say that my work is worthless, in vain, not worth a damn
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| Well I guess there’s plenty artist doing better than I am
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| With way more money, way more power, none of them you tryin' to touch
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| But if I’m so irrelevant, why the hell am I on your mind so much?
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| In your eyes, governments and dirty cops do not apply
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| Dragon growling at you, why the hell you try to swat a fly?
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| Y’all don’t wanna unify, to you I’ve done nothing, dude
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| I ain’t poisonin' the food, I ain’t shootin' up no schools
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| I ain’t sellin' dope and guns, I ain’t stealin' from the poor
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| You must be a undercover agent, who you working for?
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| Go at me, I’ll go at you, make sure that you tell 'em that
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| Any time you see success, you’l see where the jealous at |