[Hook: Chris Brown]
Oh the spotlight is not for me
I close my eyes and imagine I'm home
I miss the days when life was simple
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow
In search of the pot of gold (whoa whoa)
In search of the pot of gold

[Verse 1: Truth]
I'm just confused, not knowing what to do
Im sick of trying to tell the truth, cos everytime I spit a rhyme for you
Apparantly its a lie, im through with all these guys
I look in the mirror, my reflections talking back
Hes telling me not to quit like that
Hes right, ive got a purpose to rap, I dont need to be black
I just keep going, and show em that I can blow up
I just need to go for it, cos im sick of not getting belief
I dont need, to make my dream a reality
For you, humanity seems to just fall around me
But you just doubt me, you laugh right in front of me
It shouldn't be like that, worryingly, im failing my recovery
From when I attempted, suicide cos your pretention
Has caused tension, so tremendous, you're hell bent on
Making life harder, I just start a
Conversation, you tear me apart i, feel like I wouldn't be able
To fit in, im wishing, to unplug this cable