This is one thing that is constant and I keep crawling back here every time I fall. It is the pillar I rest my hope on. This is my life-blood, this is my all...
Call it what you want, it don't bother me. Hearts permeated and soiled with envy - time and time again.
Tried to strip me of my dignity, but despiteful words can no longer hurt me.
And if you thought so, you're dumber than I did ever give you credit for. So many times I took the beatings, physically and mentally punched through the god-damned floor.
Foul means to brake my self-esteem, to crush and crumble a young boys dream. But the winds have changed and all the shit you throw my way, blows right back in your face!
All the harsh words - Feed the fire! All the hatred - Feed the fire! The condescending eyes - Feed the fire!
Every time I'm patronized I rise up higher while they feed the fire!