too good to be true?

I'm too good to be true?

Before the first book that you read me on
There were people already tryin' to get me gone
My own mother Tellin' me to quit writing
“Just work a 9 to 5”
but my imagination kept fighting
But my friends had my back
So I wrote the chapters
Put out Swift Killas and the haters talk went flat
It was funny at first but then the humor faded
When mother gossiped that it was she who helped me make it.
Then the critics said I was to be good to be true
Some were saying ghost writers were writin' all that I do
So I had to disprove it
With the Rake I detailed just how I do

And with that I raised the bar,

so high that now I make the rules!

Denied the interviews because they want to twist my words

Just to infer that I said something fucking absurd

Oh, did I lose you at infer?
Not used to hearing a phrase that uses over first grade vocabulary words?
People used to infer that I was manufactured
Now I've got the comments on file
Which people said what
about my unique style.
So now I have every enemy screaming insanity
All they're ever gonna be's another big fan of me
Bitch!

Not Today

I hear people running off at the mouth
Trying to convince me that I'm running on empty
Trying to convince themselves that the Rake was a fluke
That the books that I'm writing is a mistake

and that I'm taking more than just a brake
Lemme tell you where I'm at with this
You critics are gonna have to take back that shit
I'm not plastic and fake
When I write I take facts and lay them out for the masses
You best pay more attention then you did in your college classes
But I'm trying to be bigger than the bickering
bigger than the petty name calling
under the breath talking
Go on and say what came to say
keep talking while I'm walking away
'cause my mind's made up anyway
I'm soaring above you
this is the last time that I'm gonna trust you
You can say what you have to say
'cause my mind's made up anyway
all that bullshit you talk might work a lot
but it's not gonna work today

Keep running off at the mouth
Trying to make me take my safety off
lemme spell it out plain for you
angry groups complain about the things they can't do
I'm not changing direction, I'm stepping my game up
Maintaining my name, the same way I came up
You're gonna see that I'm not playing
And start asking me the names that I'm not saying
but I'm trying not to mention the names of people who wanna siphon attention
You like the hype but pretending you're part of the picture wont pass
You're like a high school dropout, no class
You can say what you want about me
keep talking while I'm walking away.
Why does it always have to be
Somebody's always watching me
All I really need is some room to breathe
Is anybody out there listening?
'cause I can't stand to keep this in
All I really want, and I'll say it again

Why ask why

I was just messing around trying to get my right hand into typing shape and came up with this.

One of the first things I asked people when I was younger was “why.” Forget “No” I wanted to know why. If my mother said I couldn't go outside to play I had to ask why. When I was in high school and wanted the car but my dad said no, I asked why. In college when the girl of my dreams said we needed time apart you best believe I asked why. I asked myself “why” when I realized I was stuck in a job that had no growth. When my life long best friend told me he was dying I couldn't help but ask why. And when I met my maker and he asked me to explain what I had done with my life, I took a deep breath. Straightened my jaw, squared my shoulders and stood my ground before I boldly ask why.