Intro...to Something

[Verse 1]

First off, I love this music and everything involved
A million different problems, almost all resolved
When you're standing on the edge and everything you know falls
Waiting for the day when this mother fucker calls
This is my life, and no I don't ball
And no I don't sling crack around the crystal fucking mall
I don't tote nines, I don't own a gun at all
Or live in poverty, I'd say I'm pretty well off
But there's a few things I know, most of which involve hate
Rejection of my music's just projection of your faith
You may not believe in me, but I don't care what you say
Cuz I'mma keep doing this until I'm dead and gone away
Like I'mma keep writing every moment that I live
Cuz it circles through my mind like a fucking cyclist
You can never stop my thoughts, like you can't stop the pigs
For breaching your privacy, and stomping on us kids
And mushing us like figs, but I ain't soft no more
I built a layer full of armor, for getting inside my door
These metaphors and similes, have always made sense to me
But maybe you don't get it, so you hate on what I preach
Yeah
But that still ain't no excuse
For you stomp on my dreams and tie the fucking noose
I'd rather hang myself before I let you fuckers choose
Whether or not I can do this
Cuz you'll decide I lose