On my own

I'm coming home

And I tell it like it is

Bitches I'm back for more

You are a plagiarist

I work hard on my poems

And pix and things I paint

It is what it is

You make mosaic tile and jewelry

And sing the highest notes

Almost dance better

Than Micheal Jackson

And you can't stand it 

That I keep busy by doing my thing

You're just jealous

You are beyond ridiculous

I am grown

And I take responsibility and ownership

Of what I do and have done to myself and the world and for my lonesome self

I don't owe you a damn thing

Go get something of your own

Instead of hopping on trends I started

And works of art I created on my own 

You're just jealous 

You are beyond ridiculous