[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 aint Jesus or even a reverend Ive 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 didnt know how to use it In a constructive way Is what they would always say And even to today Im always criticized If others were in my shoe shoes they wouldnt 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 its good that I at least have goals But while I enter the valley of death to take a stroll Youre running And its stunning Cuz when you make a mistake You do whatever it takes To make it up But everyone messes up And i think thats 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 Im 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 Im crazy thats 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 whats your affection? Lets just say my minds in detention But my souls 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?
affection, cuz, shooterstarz, pulley, parent