you cant tell me how to live my life/
you cant tell me how to survive and get by/
you cant tell me what goals to strive(for)/
you cant tell me when to give up and take a hike/
you cant tell me when to take criticism light/
you cant tell me what to see through these eyes/
you cant tell me when and when not try, fight or even cry/
you cant tell me how to handle this gun, knife, or this fucking mic/
so back off dawg, cause u aint me, and will never be nothin like(me)/

this is basically for all the poeple that has had people punk them around, or had parents who wanted them to be something else.

this poem is ment to be basic, because it is suppose to prove a point more then any of that other shit people judge on

peace