Criticism
HOOK*
They gon ask you how you made it
When all they did was criticise you with your progress
And they'll try to slow your process but embrace it
Cause criticism's like a prism it reflects a damn lot so careful where you shine your light

VERSE ONE*
Why should I lie every time
That all my relations are fine, my friendships' are right ?
Why should I smile every time to try and to show that I care when I'm not always there ?
Why should they fear the truth ?
Why should they fear my words when I tell them the truth ?
Why should I be so explicit and be a bloke for resisting their system ?
Don't Talk about pain
When you're far from the feeling pretending to know about pain
Why do I know I'm aware that I have fake relations but still act like nothing is strange ?
Why do I keep screwing up when I know how I feel elegit when I'm sourcing the pain ?
Why do I break peoples hearts and embrace criticism when all their intentions are vague?
Cause there're too many people I see
Too many people acting and they all cause drama
There're too many people hoping
Too many people asking if my Intentions are vague
There're too many people Criticising
Too many people criticising
So I put this on Canvas
Put it in your account then save it (check)
HOOK*

VERSE TWO*
Plenty thoughts on the way
Just to take away my peace of mind thinkin bout
How I lie at least twice everyday
How very unforgiving I can be when I think about the grudges and the wrongs everyday
How I cross out friends
But still keep out an eye so I can still guard all my interests and relocate trust to myself
See I got a problem
Maturity seems like a joke and nobody ain't laughing a bit
So many faces that can't get reflected cause too much of fakeness will block out reflection I swear that's a problem
When I get me a shot I swear I'll still realise these are real nigga problems I got
Way more than 599 but 1 could be the problem that could light my blunt all the time
See I got a problem

HOOK*
(X2)

OUTRO*
(Made it)
(Embrace it)
(Careful where you shine your light)
See I got a problem and care less about it from the fear that I'll end up In Jail
End up in cells when my thoughts are locked up but my bars are  on canvas reflecting that I've got a problem
So don't be my problem if you've got more problems
You dig?
Killda