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Feels like a close, it's coming to.
F**k am I gonna do?
It's too late to start over.
This is the only thing I, thing I know.
Sometimes I feel like all I ever do is find different ways to word the same old song.
Ever since I came along, from the day the song called "Hi! My Name Is" dropped,
started thinking my name was "Fault".
'Cause any time things went wrong, I was the one who they would blame it on.
The media made me the equivalent of a modern-day Ghenghis Khan.
Tried to argue it was only entertainment, dog.
Gangster? Naw, courageous balls.
Had to change my style, they said I'm way too soft and I sound like AZ and Nas.
Out came the claws, and the fangs been out since then.
But up until the instant that I've went against it.
It was ingrained in me that I wouldn't amount to a s**tstain, I thought.
No wonder I had to unlearn everything my brain was taught.
"Do I really belong in this game?", I pondered.
I just wanna play my part, should I make waves or not?
So back and forth in my brain the tug-o-war wages on.
And I don't wanna seem ungrateful or disrespect the artform I was raised up on.
But sometimes you gotta take a loss and have people rub it in your face before you get made pissed off.
And keep pluggin'.
It's your only outlet, and your only outfit, so you know they gonna talk about it.
Better find a way to counter it, quick, and make it, ah.
Feel like I've already said this a kabillion eighty times.
How many times can I say the same thing different ways that rhyme?
What I really wanna say is, if there's anyone else that can relate to my story, betcha feel the same way I felt when I was in the same place you are.
When I was afraid to...
...'fraid to make a single sound.
Afraid I will never find a way out.
Afraid I'd never be found.
I don't wanna go another round.
An angry man's power will shut you up.
Trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love.
Run out of excuses for everyone.
So here I am and I will not run.
Guts over fear.
The time is near.
Guts over fear.
I shed a tear.
For all the times I let you push me around, and let you keep me down.
Now, I got guts over fear,
guts over fear.
Feels like a close, it's coming to.
F**k am I gonna do?
It's too late to start over.
This is the only thing I, thing I know.
I know what it's like, I was there once, single parents, hate your appearance.
Did you struggle to find your place in this world?
And the pain spawns all the anger on.
But it wasn't 'til I put the pain in songs,
learned who to aim it on, that I made a spark.
Started to spit hard as s**t.
Learned how to harness it while the reins were off.
And there was a lot of bizarre s**t.
But the crazy part was soon as I stopped saying I gave a f**k,
haters started to appreciate my art.
And it just breaks my heart to look at all the pain I caused.
But what am I gonna do when the rage is gone and the lights go out in that trailer park?
And the window is closin', and there's nowhere else that I can go with flows.
And I'm frozen, 'cause there's no more emotion for me to pull from.
Just a bunch of playful songs that I made for fun.
So, to the break of dawn, here I go recycling the same old song.
But I'd rather make "Not Afraid 2" than make another muthaf**kin' "We Made You", uh.
Now I don't wanna seem indulgent when I discuss my lows and my highs, my demise and my uprise.
Pray to God.
I just opened enough eyes later on.
Gave you the supplies and the tools to hopefully use it to make you strong enough to lift yourself up when you feel like I felt.
'Cause I can't explain to y'all how dang exhausted my legs felt, just havin' to balance my dang self when on eggshells I was made to walk.
But thank you, ma, 'cause that gave me the...
strength to cause Shady Mania.
So when they empty that stadium.
Least I made it outta that house and found a place in this world when the day was done.
So this is for every kid who all's they ever did was dreamt of one day just getting accepted.
I represent him or her, anyone similar.
You are the reason that I made this song.
And everything you're scared to say, don't be afraid to say no more.
From this day forward, just let them a-holes talk,
take it with a grain of salt and eat their f**king faces off.
The legend of the angry blonde lives on through you, when I'm gone.
And to think, I was gone.
Afraid to make a single sound.
Afraid I will never find a way out.
Afraid I'd never be found.
I don't wanna go another round.
An angry man's power will shut you up.
Trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love.
Run out of excuses for everyone.
So here I am and I will not run.
Guts over fear.
The time is near.
Guts over fear.
I shed a tear.
For all the times I let you push me around,
and let you
keep me down.
Now, I got...
guts over fear,
guts over fear.

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