My Style

The kinda shit that gets pulled on me; my life gets wild.

Accusations straight into convictions is keeping it mild.

Not my responsibility to prove to you- why you hate that I smile

But county probation has me taking potential PV hits to trial.

Hurt people hurt people, push, point laugh and watch them fall.

Down, low, maybe on the streets or trouble with the law.

Trying to figure out why cuz I’m the one anyone can always call.

Can’t ever be enough for the ones who aren’t happy with it all.

Give up what I don’t even have if it’s something really in need.

Put myself last after last and lost plenty of hours sleep.

Did all the work, changed everything; cuz if I could just show them they’d see.

So why does this stuff still keep happening to me.

This stuff is still happening to me now cuz Im strong.

If I didn’t exercise sometimes then I’d loose the fight before too long.

When push comes to shove and I know that I don’t want to belong.

Hell I’d rather walk away anyways and for that am I wrong?

Things that are none of my business I don’t really bother to mind.

If I didn’t loose something then it’s not mine to find.

Always stay humble be honest and kind.

And when I’m ahead of another I never let them behind

Even if I know they’re way off and even more so I’m right.

Was taught never say nothing especially if it’s not nice.

When I’m second guessing myself I better think more than twice.

So I pray for ones who wronged me that can still sleep at night.

Then I ask myself is there anything that I coulda.

Don’t bother with all of the possible what if I woulda.

Used to drive myself crazy with that one before but uhh…

I’ll only be praised by some, for what else it was- that I shoulda.