Book of life

So many people have different Feelings about me Some say I'm too cocky Some say I'm too rowdy Some say I help get them through rain when it's cloudy I'm just being me Yet, some hate me profoundly Cuz I keep it real Yea, I'm brutal sometimes Would you rather me blunt Or be spewing you lies I don't tell you what you should go do with your life So why do you hate what I'm doing with mine?