Upon earning my wings
Discovering these things
Amidst all of my rings
They still gave me those swings . . .
Always a combatant
Shots at me are rampant
Their uproar seems constant
My ears are resistant . . .
I know can't please 'em all
I don't have to stand tall
Naysayers want my fall
Sometimes, it took its toll . . .
Very misunderstood
Tried the best that I could
I was dissed in the hood
Don't need to knock on wood . . .
Beliefs are meant to clash
More if it involves cash
Relationships would crash
Everything would be trash . . .
Never want a faction
With every transaction
Need each one to function
Not send a reaction . . .
Well I would keep my stance
To the beat of the dance
Even if I'll lose fans
Been there not only once . . .
God is my true ally
With that I can not lie
Truth is I'm never rude
Just politely-honest dude!
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