[Verse: ShooterStarz] To all the critics R.I.P Rest in pee Cuz I pissed on your grave You say if I just behave I could be a legend Who are you to say Only God can judge You ain't Jesus or even a reverend I've heard criticism since I was seven In second grade My parent were called before the second day I was banging on my desk making “Music" Had the energy didn't know how to use it In a constructive way Is what they would always say And even to today I'm always criticized If others were in my shoe shoes they wouldn't fit my size They would have to wipe their eyes With a handkerchief But I refuse to cry Cuz I want the image of a hood rat I think it's good that I at least have goals But while I enter the valley of d**h to take a stroll You're running And it's stunning Cuz when you make a mistake You do whatever it takes To make it up But everyone messes up And i think that's fair enough No apology needed As a child when i was asked for one I retreated
My parents accepted me while others treated Me like an inconsiderate person But while I'm spilling my emotions on the verse in The style of rhyme I realize only time Will tell if i learn what Ive already been taught Because i always thought I was being bashed and bullied Being used like a tool like a pulley In this tug of war my heart and brain are trying pull me In two opposite directions Some people think I'm crazy that's a common misconception These same people never made the connection That i had this affection For more than the blood gore and war That goes in this world This affection however was not for a girl Some might hear that and laugh Then ask what's your affection? Let's just say my mind's in detention But my soul's in suspension There are so many thoughts the world can bring Now i know why the cage bird sings Cuz i would you feel if u were in a huge world with clipped wings?