Cocky, smart ass, arrogant, self centered prick is how they perceive me.
They will never understand my struggle nor will they ever understand what I see.
I have this Atychiphobia that these critics can’t comprehend.
They are highly centophobic, used to the same old same old.
Critical of a person who has a plethora of insecurities.
A person who has a shield up and a has a story that is never told.
Escaped death grasp as a child to grow into potentially the greatest.
Looked down upon and counted out yet I passed every test.
Greater than anything they doubted I’d be.
Haven’t quite hit the pinnacle of success set out for me.
The weight of my ancestors has a brotha feeling like Atlas of the 21st century.
Head up, chest out, eyes to God because if no one else does he believes.