The turn of the tide

Now days my haters in cleethorpes

Have me tired and emotionally stressed

But there just aggravated

As I have passed every one of there tests

I don't need them any more

I am doing my own thing

I am winning this lyrical game

You are now reading the life of a misfit Albino warrior

My spirit is that of a lions

Something no one can tame  

As soon as the drama gets intense

They point there figure of blame towards me

honestly why don't they come up with something new

These motherfuckers are starting to bore me

I have haters texting me on my phone

Threatening my cousins and excepting me to fall

They miss take me for a wimp

But this Albino stands stall

Gone are the days of the boy

Who used to run from bullies and hide

I swallow my blood before I swallow my pride

My confidence is changing like the turn of the tide