作曲 : Greenwood, Stacey
Verse I 
Look at me, what you see? 
Is it him or me? Critic's is dissing me hard was this meant to be? 
The feeling I'm feeling is real, and it's stealing, the meaning to stay in this field 
Many men of tried it, few have ever made it 
Most taken out fighting sin temptations 
I separate my English, like the French 
When I fall, get down repent, what don't ye get? 
Chorus 
Rocking me constantly, being somebody, the pressures is calling me 
God and society Break Down Chorus 
If do I could fall, if I don't I will crawl. 
It's so hard having all, isn't this what I want 
I stepped out, fell down, Got up, what now 
Verse II 
Put yourself in my shoes, with my crew, 
I lose take a ride right through my mind, birds eye view 
I stopped caring what yall think a year ago, here we go, radio, video, 
Stereo, types cause I'm white, the harder I write, the more lies on my life 
Ye tell it in spite 
Right to my face, or stab me in the back 
Manic depressive no, but I might just snap 
Verse III 
This position's warn out, I want out 
It's what I wanted not what I thought 
It was when I was poor now I'm cornered 
Knowing now it's in the past with the wack raps 
I'm signing 99 hundred 9 lines of autographs 
Most significant feeling like I'm infinite 
Critics used to kick my backside now they kissing it 
What a switch up, thought I'd a give up 
Ridiculous, how I ended up, so what 
I ain't so different, yeah I'm a Christian 
Living still winning you got counterfeit religion 
I say it in my lines in ye face up to rise 
You hating on something that you ain't even tried