Ay I shouldn't be the one with a hater, hater, wouda bout later When dem start talkn bout all the grace on me cuz I'm getting famous.. Seriously the music thing isn't all bout Dem money thing I'm out here tryna spread a gospel Careless free I be... Cuz I think its time to make Dem know... I'm done living in dem. streets where people can't mind their business... Its their sickness Can't u see I'm full of meekness. They can't even let ma shadow be free I'm just caged in rage Living in shallow tunnels of depression My feelings so hollow.. Everyone passing saying hello like they're full of goodness Start to make think Oh yo so gracious Every time I go to Dem coffee shop I think about the time last year summer when I asked for a cup for an old man... N a poor lad behind the counter somehow managed to say with a straight face... Why u taking a cup for this dirty... Man But that's just dem coffee shop Its surprising Cuz I be the one with Dem things All dem eyes on me.. Like the chosen one.. Who's never free Why would dè wanna help me When u can clearly see they people that really need yo help...