Among the Jellyfish

Niggas alwyas trying to sting me, and I don't quite understand why. Guess [insert my government name here] is just a pushover, a doormat, grits on the back burner. Niggas keep trying to sting me, but that shit don't hurt. It stings, for the slightest second, but that shit don't hurt. Duh. I find myself thinking that I'm going to do something big one day, and not for the specific purpose of revenge, but all the little shit that I have to deal with now that irks me so much won't even matter then. Sure, I have to pay every time I go to the club, but one day I'll own one. Niggas always wanna have a power struggle too, but I don't care, cause one day, I'll be big boss dog. period. Keep blowin up at me, keep doing what you do, I'm not going to retaliate, I'm not going to belittle you, engage in a battle of wits, or any of that. Have your moment, and I hope it feels lovely -- cuz what I'm going to do is going to last way more than 15 minutes. And even if I don't do anything important, big, or spectacular (by society's standards), I know that God put me among the jellyfish because I can take the sting, so keep doing what you do, because to me, it doesn't mean a thing. Ouch.