Son Of A Gun

Formulating poetic equations like a mad scientist
Transforming thoughts into stanzas like a lyrical alchemist
My spare time is spent jotting down shit revolving inside of my crown
Weathering hurricane storms with winds strong enough to knock me down

I don't like how that sounds so I've been bunkering down
Laughing at all of my enemies dreams like they're clowns
Can't keep a good man down that's determined to win
Don't believe me then I'll show thee so let the games begin

No new friends is the motto that I'm living by
Cause people love to disrespect the nice guy
I tried to be a loving father and a loving son
The aftermath of which made me look dumb

I'm done giving up cake and in return I get damn crumbs
So from now until my last breath I take shit from no one
And I will not concede until all of these battles are won
Come one, come all who'll ready to fall by this son of a gun