Struggle To the Top

What do people see When they look at me do they see hardness Do they see a burning mess I have survived many attacks from all Its hard not to drop the ball It would be no surprise if they saw a nothing Its not something i aint used to hearing Some call me a soldier to my hood Many more call me a menace to the good I aint gonna lie about the things I have done I will always remember the things till i am gone I will make it to the top no matter what you say I will find my own way i can write I can fight I can dance I make straight A's One way or another I am outta here I dont know where But I am gone from these streets You will be the one filling my seats Waiting to hear my stuff, my art You wont even remember the bad part