"This ain't gonna be me"
If I knew then, what I know now, I'd have... Fuck no.
This ain't a game to me. .
I'm a fuckin hurricane,
all over the damn place,
I call it how I see it and I write like I'm in your face,
Because who the fuck really listenes?
To a request or an issue?
Unless that shits on your mind and or it simply just fits you?
The stigma is fucking real
And the masses are walking blind
You try owning a fucking label then getting blamed for people dying.
I didn't serve my fucking country
And I didn't survive through so much shit,
To keep my fucking mouth shut
In the aftermath of it.
You can call me crazy.
But I'm gonna make you fuckin see,
EVERY gawd damn reason,
Why I own being me. .
. I fuck shit up the way I see fit. .