Hate me for who I am, don’t hate me for what you think
They throwing everything at me except the kitchen sink
They want me to sink, walking on thin ice on this hockey rink
And I realize that this shit can be snatched from you faster than you can blink
Hate me for who I am, But don’t twist my words
These nouns and verbs, I took time to craft and you got the nerve
To misinterpret what I say? That’s just absurd
No wonder more and more of folks are kicking you to the curb
Do you hate me for who I am? Or what I represent
Does a black man in America set a dangerous precedent?
Criticized and analyzed from all sides, I guess it all flies
Cutting all ties, if you ain’t on my side, you on the other side
Is that wise? I don’t know but I’m feeling the pressure get to me
If I leave? Who’s missing me. I can make excuses or make history.
My talent is the gift the universe already gifted me
On a treasure hunt for the missing puzzle piece, you feeling me?
Bench players out here asking for privileges of the starters
They’re testing us on the lessons they never taught us
Men seeing the humanity in women only when they have daughters
And we’re blaming most of our issues on the “missing fathers”
I been called problematic and a pick me, a fuckboy and an ally
I didn’t know the two could mutually exist but who am I to criticize
I give myself to the world just for them to take and reject it
Twist and dissect it, try and have me remixed and resurrected
Personality renovated, I still don’t feel like I made it
But I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about the things I created
Nothing more dangerous than a black educated man that’s motivated
Because we’re in an era where mediocrity is celebrated
You either get crowned or cremated, you willing to gamble with your life?
Or sell your soul when the devil asks, “what’s the price?”
Or stick to your principles when it’s time to take a stand
So if you’re gonna hate me, don’t use perception, hate me on who I actually am.