You try and hurt me, and you want to see me down.
That’s not my thing, and I like to reign…
I fly high; I am happy in my own right, and I own myself.
I proclaim my soul, and I hold my crown.
This is my movie, not yours.
You judge me, and that’s like an oxymoron.
You do not even know what I am about!
But you think that you do.
Get a clue. I’m cool, and my spirt vibes high.
It’d be a lie, to say I ever wish negatively, as you do, unjustly, on me…