I've always tried to be the best I could be When from gansta to an educated lady Spreading my drama and **** poetically Making my reality My passed figuratively But my success my main mentally Until someone came alone and broke the only strain that held me up literally I tried to leave my pass just that, my pass Until some brother decided throw it up in my face.........confused he called me...making me feel like such an @ss Brought back up my pregnancy and basically compared me to every other girl around my way, fast Show and prove, show and prove, that all I kept reading but the energy I couldn't grasp The energy I had at first, the mighty, mighty energy I had didn't last I don't give a **** anymore I wasn't like every around the way girl or whore Shoot, I was a leader everywhere I went....I lead a gang called Third Ward Thought I was going forward But now it seems I should go backwards I mean, since it seems it doesn't mean anything that I'm not hard core anymore He didn't see me for me, he just caused a mind war He caused me to not give a **** anymore Never one to disrespect my elders But when I choose to speak my mind they jump on me making me feel like a failure Pain added by another layer Show and prove, Show and prove, yeah I tried to show them I was not like before by respecting my elders If I was like before then I would have curse em' like it didn't even matter But do they care? Do they care? Nope, they don't care One person tried to hold me up but they all ganged up on me, so why should I care? I was made for the hard life but I didn't want to be in it, I wanted to be a care taker Helping my race and helping our kids of the future Wrote about a hundred poems about this, but do they care? Nope, so I don't give a **** anymore, what the **** I care They tried to prove to me that they were right That what I was saying was wrong and I wasn't thinking right To not be thinking right would have been doing what I was doing Thugging to fullest, didn't give a **** about robbing Stealing Being mean and Just thugging out chilling I had a terrible past and I thought that was behind me but the moment they started comparing me to people that are everything I was, it was torching Made me think what I'm doing didn't mean anything Why the **** should I change? Why should I make succeeding my main My main concern when no one cares, no one cares about what keeps me sane Think I need to go back to selling rock to show them what true thugs are, man I pain But I don't give a **** anymore, just feel pain Used to be proud of myself, used to be proud of going to school Stopped being a criminal, didn't want to be no fool My surrounding community, the projects, was my stool It held me up every time I looked at the news, thinking, it could have been you It could have been ME, but it wasn't, it made me proud and cool But since they compared me to them, might as well be me, when in Rome do as the Romans do Ain't that the saying? Might as well follow them too I mean, since they want to compare me to them times two Cause I don't give a **** anymore fool Did you read the thread she started......yeah and so.....throw it in my face again and I'll .......never mind I don't care anymore It doesn't even worry me anymore I'll just go back to my friends, my boys Might be thugs, as you say, but now I am too, it's war I'm 18 bout to be a soldier In this project madness again.......you took me there Made me not give a **** anymore! Made me not give a **** anymore!! Made me not give a **** anymore!!! Made me not give a **** anymore!!!! Made me not give a **** anymore!!!!!