to the critics, thanks
through great lengthsto get itbut we did ita victory so sweet, feel the grit of their teethbut if only you felt our pain, the ridiculeand talkremained cool and walked the walkwhen you butchered my name, stayedcomitted for the love of the gamefans never acquitteda defeat, I conquered, a repeatwas such the monsterdivided from haters, confided in things greaterthe ones who believed and knewI could achievefeel the heat, the fire, the burnsand oneI earned, i soared, I'm yet tobe doneI yearn for morethe put down and comparisons onlymade arrogantembrace success, in that place I'm blessedcontinue to hate, it's what makes me great