Birdman

8th grade was the first day I got bullied cuz a bump in my nose Bobbie mad a girl liked me not him, now I know Back then ,I didn't, on that fateful day at a sleep away There with the whole 8th grade I found caricatures littered on the way Back to my bunk Drawings of a big bump Of a nose drawn big like a camels hump Thought what the f*ck Picked it up Saw my name next to a drawing Started bawling Crawling on co-knees Picked up 50 written copies Penciled with the venom Feeling benumb Thought u were a real friend, motherfucker you fake one Next year, new school, first year, high school Same insult Step off deck, It's Rex A senior wrestler Pickin on the rest of us Thinkin less of us Guess I'm justa freshman Fresh meat to upperclass man Trash can to dump on Nicknamed me Birdman, stuck on Insults, they Lump on, this sucks mom Sandy called me Birdman, while I'm in a dark place In a park, center-a newton, knew to punch his face At lunch the next day he had nothing to say Musta lost his appetite cuz he didn't like how my fist taste Raahh I don't condone violence unless its self defense That includes verbal abuse so kids get out your fists Throw a fit don't take nobody's shit A bully is a browbeata Beat a bully down Be a leader A bully is a browbeata Beat a bully down Be a leader Chapter three The Middle a town, sophomore house party Smoke it down, dowsing Bacardi down Moonlight lite up the lake, feeling lit under a gazebo Smoking a bowl w/ Jake talking shit bout Rick A known prick I'm ticked he publicly made fun of my gay friend Schuelly did it in front of a crowd took his lunch money Back to the party, hour later out the scene Ricky saw me from 60 feet, out the window of his suv Pulled over n yelled at me He asked angrily were you talking shit bout me Thought I'm not fake like that snake sitting passenger laughing at me Jake F*ck this bully not gonna back down, own I did talk shit Saw him smile, Felt a burn on my chin Heard em say that's what u get I'm drunk, so it took a sec, didn't sink in Put out a cigarette, instinct kick in Blood rushing to my head, as I swell with rage Time froze, the moment in my mind unfolding in slow mo No control gon loco blacking out, smashing his face screaming get the f*ck out Eh, no way Bully never born that way Made by pain they cant escape Stress in the brain cocked back and aimed your way I'm sensitive I know they saw an in getting under my skin Not assertive back then, so when, realized my strengths Picked up weights, came up late Life a marathon, so I'm Pace Birdman taking my name back Taking hate I overcame it sublimating pain on a track Writing for me, art cathartic as an artist in each key stroke I speak Key hope to me to prove to you you can over come a bully too Fight through the pain do what you gotta do No shame in your game if you need help to get through