Anything I've Ever Said, I Certainly Was

See, Regardless Of What Anybody Believes Who Hates Me; You Ain't Gonna Make Or Break Me.

I Don't Think I Ever Thought Of Myself As Superman. But There Were People Who Thought Of Me That Way, And Maybe I Believed Them A Little.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

With Every Song, All The Elements Have To Work. First, The Beat Has To Be Great - You Start There. You Start With The Music, And Then The Ideas Follow. Then You Start Thinking Of Rhymes, And Then You Record It, And Sometimes - This Happens To Me A Lot - It Doesn't Come Out As Good As It Did In My Head When I First Wrote It.

You Know, I Don't Know If You Know This About Me Or Not, But I'm Kind Of A Big Deal.