Kris Martin raps over Eminem's "Not Afraid" with original verses about fighting inner demons and staying true to himself. He references his albums Infinite and Relapse, speaks about being deaf and adopted, and dreams of becoming a race-car driver. The piece builds on the original's message of solidarity and personal resilience.
I say 'em, 'cause ain't no way I'mma let you stop me from causing mayhem. When I say I'mma do something, I do it. I don't give a damn what you think. I'm doing this for me, so fuck the world. Feed it beans, it's gassed up. If you think you're stopping me, I'mma be what I set out to be without a doubt, undoubtedly. And all those who look down on me, I'm tearing down your balcony. No way fans are bust, don't try to ask him why, how can he? From Infinite down to that last Relapse album, he still spitting whether he's on salary, paid hourly until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him, whichever comes first, for better or worse.
He's married to the game.
Like a fuck you for Christmas, his gift is a curse. Forget the Earth, he's got the urge to pull his dick from the dirt and fuck the whole universe.
I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid to take a stand, take a stand. Everybody, everybody, come take my hand, come take my hand. We'll walk this road together through the storm, whatever weather, cold or warm. Just letting you know that you're not alone. Holla if you feel like you've been done the same way.
I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in a rhythm for you to know it's a rap. You said you was king, you lied through your teeth. For that, fuck your feelings. Instead of kitten, crown your kitten captain. To the fans, I'll never let you down again.
I'm back.
I promise to never go back on that promise. In fact, let's be honest, that last relapse CD was eh. Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground. Relax, I ain't going back to that now. All I'm trying to say is get back, click clack clout, 'cause I ain't playing around. It's a game called circling. I don't know how, I'm way too up to back down. But I think I'm Still trying to figure this crap out. Thought I had it mapped out, but I guess I didn't. This fucking black cloud still follows me around, but it's time to exorcise these demons. These motherfuckers are doing jumping jacks.
Not afraid. I'm not afraid to take a stand. Take a stand. Everybody. Everybody. Come take my hand. Come take my hand. We'll walk this road together through the storm. Whatever weather, cold or warm. Just letting you know that you're not alone.
Holla if you feel like I've been adopted and I speak for adopted kids. And I told them they can do anything they want. They can find anything no matter what. And I said, I'm deaf, I want to be a race car driver. That's what I want. It's my passion.
