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