You say I distort
the image of religion upon thy report
What image do you mean
Outside is something inside is a different scene
Things you have never seen
I won' let you hurt me
Not anymore will i let haters be
The forte
I aint made out of stone
Sometimes things can hurt the throne
All i am trying to be
Is me
Lord said do not judge
You can't bite your tongues on media i aint one to hold a grudge
I will cry, i will get angry
I will forget, but i have to try
Hard
You all made me bard
Made me look like a retard
Before understanding my concept of reason
I copy from season to season
I am not letting you hurt me
Not anymore I see blindness as a blessing in disguise that negativity
I may no longer see
Someday one eye won't hold up and it will be going away
I lived my life and i shared all i could to inspire with all i had to say
You did nothing and maybe its why you hate me
Or dislike me