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 a rainy day when it's too dark and cloudy But I'm just being me Yet, some hate me profoundly Is it cuz I keep it real Sometimes I might hit you with brutal honesty But would you rather me blunt Or spewing you lies like venom I don't tell you what you should go do with your life I don't tell you how you should be living it So why do you hate what I'm doing with mine And why do you waste energy on something so insignificant? Make it make sense.