I came from nothing but I'm nothing like "nothing"
"Nothing", like "nobody thought i was something"...
"Nothing", like "called every day mean the book",
But I breath a second guess
I never gave a second look, look
I tell myself
"Don't let it get to me."
cuz if the best they got is not impressing me,
then theres no resignation get the best of me,
While they were aiming at my words
they missed the rest of me

So how can I stop all these
critics from their talking?
The more I do, the more they say.
But there's no way i'm stopping,
so they just keep on talking.
Who do you think I think I am?

I got the felling that there's more like me
Born in Babylon but you just got to be free
Shackles on your feet that you and me can't see,
but you can feel a men they have it,
so you need that key
and so you're looking at your hands, saying
"Man, if I ditch the system, these could be mine"
but then your hear a voice coming from behind me,
"Don't even think about stepping out of line..."

My friends are deep and they're all I've got,
and they stand up behind me if you like it or not
and i'm telling you that the Fire's Hot,
can you see that smoke
and did you hear that shot...

Cuz it's a war and in the middle I AM
So judge me now if you're paying in pain
Cuz i'm too busy to judge another man,
i'm trying to write the blueprint
for all the world to understand

The want stop talk, and i regrent me giving
you any little voice at all
But saving this world just come with a cost...
"...maybe they were right from the start..."
Maybe i should be myself, cuz i'm just giving
these critics help..."
And it makes me twist my stomach in half,
that my pen and his pen are put into the some breath.
If I never tried to do this at all,
Then i think he'd be out of a job.
"...and maybe i just should've stayed in bed,
stay out of the booth and put all these guitars in the closet..."
"...maybe i should go back to school,
buy any more education just make me feel like a fool..."
so I guess I got let critics talk, cuz I WON'T STOP!...