Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

I don't understand how people can stand next to you one year,and next year, they cannot. They're going crazy, screaming. They can't take it that you're there. But last year I was in the same club,walking around,lonely like a motherfucker. Couldn't get a date or a dance. I was too skinny, too something, and now, "He's just adorable. He's just, oh!

I see myself as real. Like I mean if I was the President I would have a responsibility, because people put me there. Nobody put me here. They just buy my records. They wouldn't buy my records if my records wasn't good. I'm being who i am in the record.

I put the pistol by my head, and say a prayer. I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?

America wants its respect.

I'm the rebel totally going against the grain. I always want to do the extreme. I want to get as many people looking as possible.

Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?