Times Have Changed

When I entered through the portal of my mother, thought the doc was strange

Now they marvel at the eldest daughter, look how times have changed

Starving artist, ate the chip on my shoulder and still had hunger pains

Dehydrated from the thirst of fame in this filthy game

I'm from the Dirty South, you know where I stay

When I say I got it out the mud, it ain't a metaphor or simile

I rap the things I really mean, silly me

You tried to assimilate with gangs you couldn't even name

Like mister, mister!

There's been a mix up

Cause just like twister,