Would you mind if I took a second to write it,
Would you respect me as a man if I gave you anything less than me
My delusions of grandeur are
I really do feel like the [bad word] you perceive me to be.
I step forth this self-esteem a worthy weapon
Would it be selfish if I pray for patience,
when the only time I do is when my soul feels vacant.
Sing blues in the muddy waters when the [bad word] 
Is a poem still a poem when it's self-centered.
Preach peace.

And they look at me,
and they look at me,
and they look,
and they look at me,
they look,
they look at me like a winner now.
Cause I had a dream and I chased it.
I thought [bad word] in the easy far.
It's much harder my take.
I prayed for peace, prayed for patience.