That I wrote a rap song in High School that goes:

Yessir, I am guilty of the crime of being me.
You know that love is blinding Lord and I can barely see,
But if you would please, Lord, have mercy on me.
Don’t take me from the very few that ever really loved me.

I had a cousin who was always so jealous of me it developed into a pattern of abuse and he would hear stuff like this and say he didn’t like it. I had another cousin who could rap along with me. One had immensely more value to me. Even if it was limited.