Yeah man I gotta lot a fears/ some are pretty queer/ but its not like I can crack open a beer here/ and all my life I've told to be normal/ not to fight that staus quo/ but ... here I go/ I'd rather be called slurs than to live in fear/ of who I am not who I pretend to be here/ now these rhymes may not me on time/ but I got my dollar and time/ I've paid more that my dues/ to all these fools / who fear who I am inside/ s9nhrl0 me fight for who we are/ and not that which they think we are/ my siblings my brothers and sister and all those in-between sters/ cuz I die on this hill/ if that mean we pass the bills/ that make us free.