The more that I'm open, the more that I bleed, the more that they're lyin', the less I believe, the more that I please 'em, the less that I'm me
I been back and forth, daily. Am I even making art, or did the art make me? No wonder why I'm feelin' lost lately, do they hate the art, or do they really hate me? They're so negative on the daily, but I don't need your help, to me I'm twice as mean, yeah I'm twice as mean, it's seemin' like your dream is really only takin' shots at my self-esteem, mo'fucker! You question why you should care..Like, "This don't affect what I do" But maybe, just maybe, if you change your thinkin' then you would find you'd start believin' in you .