Fragile

You said you'd never ever break... down

But here I am sweeping... pieces off of the ground

You said you'd never, ever play... to crowds

But I've seen you hoping to play songs to them now

I've spent all night long scared of tomorrow, I broke my alarm

Everything is almost lost, pick it up slow, before it's gone...

We’re fragile

(Wish I’d have known)

I never thought I’d be so fragile

(You’re not alone)

If it didn’t break before, it’s about to

(We’ve been here before)

I don’t ever want to change

I’m fragile

I don’t ever want…

I don't ever...

Some of the people appointed to give an opinion

Never do get it

I want you to come on and gobble a jimmy and... die

N9na be givin the remedy and why?

Critics are really the enemy and I

Can't stand the way they slam today's gifted

Effin' incredible, get fanned away with grands to pay

This jam will lay scripted

Deaf and impeccable

Write a rhyme and I put everything in a flow

I'm the N9ne I'mma look very mean

When a foe scribe a line but he has never been at a show

By the times it'll be better, leave it in the sto

Cause they wrote nothin' but lies, quotes stuck in my eyes

Amateur writer dissin'

He's a beginner and hopes for your demise, folks I'mma despise

Never do try to listen

It's real - I'm mad

Clueless when you scribble on your pad

How you gonna criticize now with a chisel on your nads sizzling your ad

You don't really get why I'm so pissed? Understand this:

I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my shit, yes I'm

Tell me that I'm famous

Tell me that my name is

Big as Venus Jupiter and then Uranus

Tell me that your anus got your head in it

I can smell the articles and know you're heinous

Tell me that you love me, always thinkin' of me

Unconditional, I'm hoping I'm your favourite

Grab a fishing pole and throw me with the sharks

That's the feelin' I get when you're concentratin'

On this pen, on this pad

Tell me you're willin' to diss on my craft

Tell me the feelin' of pickin' apart this track

Stop...

Puttin' my heart and my soul in these lines

Tellin' me platinum and gold all the time

Lookin' to bury, a deep hole for mine

Drop...

This is more than you, and this is more than you

And your entire building slanderin' and abusin'

What I call the realest comin' from a student

Told myself to use a poem as an UZI

Empty magazine, I seen a magazine

You seen my trigger finger, then I started shootin'

That was nicotine, I'm bout to smoke 'em all

And journalists involved should've known my music