People can take everything away from you
But they can never take away your truth
But the question is. . .
Can you handle mine?
They say I’m crazy
I really don’t care
That’s my prerogative
They say I’m nasty
But I don’t give a damn
Gettin’ boys is how I live
Some ask me questions
Why am I so real?
But they don’t understand me
I really don’t know the deal about my sister
Trying hard to make it right
Not long ago before I won this fight
Everybody’s talking all this stuff about me
Why don’t they just let me live? Tell me why
I don’t need permission, make my own decisions
That’s my prerogative.
If you looking at the article , can you shut the fucking up ?