Why They Mad?

What's up with me besides needing me. I figure beating myself at my best is enough satisfaction for the rest. Wakin up knowin my enemies are in pursuit for my failure. I can't stand to fail in my eyes. So, what do I do, I show you better than I can tell ya. They wanna know me, but can't stand me. It's a price I pay we see. Guess what, life treats a baby just like a grown-up. Put your attitude in check before you run up. My life is mine. This woman gone be fine. Many ways to get paid. Not watchin me, so watch me from behind. I'm gone continue to grind.

This poem is about: 
Me

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