'Creed'
By Salty
I don't give a fuck, What you think of me. Call me what you will, And you've called me everything. You've called me fat, You say I talk too much, You tell me I'm weak, Cause I let people run over me. Call me whatever the fuck you want. I know who I am. I know I'm beautiful, I know I'm intelligent. I know what I have, I know what I've yet to get. I know what kind of woman I am, I know what kind of bitch I can be. So call me whatever the fuck you want. Let you poor, pitiful excuse, You call yourself, Say what you will. But know one thing, That is regretfully true to you. Like dust, I rise, Like God, I remain. You can't sweep me under no doormat. I ain't going nowhere. I know who I am. Written October 25th, 2001 © on Oct 25 2001 04:59 AM PST 18 • 0 • 9
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