"Misinterpreted"
I smoked to feel cool
I did the illegals, no big deal
I got drunk and I fueled
The fire, burned and about to keel
I looked up to bad influences
It soon caught on and I was known
As a follower, so I changed (good thing)
My rep wasn’t made in stone
Raw and rebellious, wake up
Errick, you were dreaming
Man, did I have a bad dream or what
Lemme tell you about it over lunch
Feels like I need to use an excuse
To get out of an altercation
Three doesn’t sound good to me
What’s good for you, bully?
Yeah, my life hasn’t been that good
It’s always been confusing to you
Why I don’t go through with dares
It won’t matter in five years, so who cares?
Questions that aren’t important
They’re asked to just be said
And I’m supposed to answer, but I can’t
And I’m on the front page for it
Seems as if I should just not speak
Or just act like I’m blind or deaf
Against me, it always ends up as a threat
When I think out loud, I’m misinterpreted
