On My Own

The first time I ever wrote a rhyme people laughed

My friends called me impetuous and a little brash

Local rockers were dissing cause I was spittin raps

My father said it's a fantasy, it would never last

I couldn't stop, giving up was irrational

Was skipping meals to save up and build a capital

Discriminated by fiends for bein broke

Subject to jokes, I was in need of neat clothes

Life was provocative, opposite of how it is not

For those who contradict to seek solace in God

Like I was targetted, with some chronic hate

Pretended I'm fine, while everybody walked away