What you looking at? You shouldn't be surprised! You knew what I was going to say. But whatever. Fine, go I don't care.
*** is wrong with you, do you know what I've gone through for you? We was a team, making c.r.e.a.m, I guess our love really was a dream. Mo' money mo' problems, I once thought we could solve em. Everyone just likes to critique, filled with so much expectation, how could I ever become your boutique? It's Hard to be original, it's hard to become phenomenal, when my best works are looked at as minimal. When we first meet I was convinced it was miracle, but now I see that your despicable. Love never flourished, I was blinded by the moment, which now I find my self so malnourished. Crumbling, stumbling towards the unheard of, I gave my all, and all I got in return was being knocked out with your boxing glove.
It's so easy for you to critique me, to try to obliterate me, to find another model to obsolete me. It's so hard for me to stay original, when society wants to hear sell outs, and doesn't care if you're a creative individual. I go out of my way, I put my effort in it each and everyday. Writing these bars, letting you hear my heart, and somehow I’m not even deemed a star. I open up, I lift you up, but that is never enough, should I just give up? Is that what you want? I never realized that I was just your stunt. Green dress, green shoes, everything is green, just a routine, in this world but not of it, yeah I’m caught in the between. It’s so easy to critique my physic, it’s so easy to group me in with the geeks.
I am trying to be original, saying the unthinkable, not here looking for forgiveness, or trying to go all biblical. If you look really hard, you may find the earth richness, if you really try, you can eventually find stillness. I don’t claim to be anything then I already am, not some shady scam, nor am I here to ****. No matter what I do, no matter what I say, no matter if what I say is true, a lot of you would rather walk onto that lack luster same **** alleyway. It’s easy to critique, but you must take time to hear me speak, instead of just writing me off as some freak. It’s so hard to be ******* original in this day and age, it’s so ******* hard to keep having things to write down on the page. It’s so hard to memorize the words I say, it’s even harder when all eyes are on you, man sometimes it feels like all I am is prey. It’s easy to critique, but you don’t know what I go through, sometimes it’s takes every ounce of hope for me to go through the week. It’s so hard to be original, it’s so hard to be proud and proclaim myself as aboriginal.
It’s just too easy to criticize me though isn’t it? It’s just too hard for you to not look at the good, and just point out the bad isn’t it? I’ll do this even if no one listens to it, I do this because I chose to commit. I do this for me, and in a way for you, if only you could see. The man, the story, the outcast, had a plan, never will say sorry, and you bet I’m resilient, all this hate I can just brush past. All these critique’s and naysayers I will outlast, not only do I got layers, but I am also a steadfast individual who will never be a typecast.