Why is it that ya anger is always shot at me?
I'm startin' to think U is too blind to see
I break my back and push for higher grades.
Yet, the look you give me still degrades.
Neva in my life have I felt so low,
the only love hat I have still locks my only do.
I thought my life had turned when I stepped in ya house,
'til your actions proved I was consida'd a mouse.
Don't tell me you love me, when ya words are like fire,
every time I'm stuck rushin' like a motorcycle tire.
Tearin' up these streets showin' how much I hate,
Doin' twenty kinds of work knowin' I'm up too late.
No life, no friends, betta yet no fun,
everyday bein' pushed to pick up this gun.
Walk in yo room, tears of rage on my face
Cock this piece of metal so quietly leavin' yo blood as the trace.
I denounce this pain, slowly buildin' in my breast,
lookin' for signs to turn in my life-long crest.
STV is all they can see,
So answer me this *click*...."How Can You Judge Me?"