For the Haters (Part 1)

Look, I'm cool with being alone; I did it for seven years behind these walls! I am a Latin King sitting on his throne; And before you learn to walk, you gotta crawl! Once I walk out that barbed gate, Things will eventually fall into place. Love can't seem to find me 'cus I'm an inmate, But soon freedom will shine upon my face! I'm use to close-minded individuals; And people who prejudge me. They have no clue I'm a rare jewel; And no matter what they say or do, I will gain victory! See, mentally, I am built Ford tough! I will not fail, I can only succeed. My childhood was a bit rough; A child in hell, like in the papers you read. So when you prejudge me, Make sure your judgement is correct. Look deep into my individuality, But know, no one is perfect!! *The man I was yesterday, is not the man I am today! (Who are you to judge?)