All my life I’ve been dealt fuck up cards
with no secret to tell of these uncut scars
too much dust shards for somebody to bare
I know it may sound like I’m troubled but nobody don’t care
whose to stop me from tears who can rock me and where?
is somebody that loves you more than the locks in your hair
but through the adversity
what I’m sure to be is a champ
rising up from the ashes in the mist of the damp
swamp I’m put in
this spot I’m hooked in
 is not going to stop me from the shot I’m looking
to take and best believe that this pot is wooden
and this flame in me grows so hot its cooking
ready to spurt out and though I wish some of you could feel my life
I’m just inspiring to make it and because of my determination like Maya Angelou would say
Still I Rise