(They call me Mister Tibbs)

When it was crumbs, scraps, pennies, pats, everything was fine
You treat me like a loaded gun when I ask for what is mine

Always try to dim my light no matter how bright I shine
But I´ve got my standards that I´m never letting die

And I bleed ´cause of pride, you´re not bleedin´ me dry
Cannot abide, I got my head on a swivel this time
Why would I let you just twist it aside?
I catch a fever when they´re aiming at the way I live my life

These are my standards, I ain´t gon´ never, never let ´em die
I ain´t gon´ never, never let ´em die
I ain´t gon´ never, never let ´em die
These are my standards

When I called for help, you didn´t pick up your phone
You saw my kingly potential so you kept me from my throne
The truth is, I´m demonized for standing my own ground
So you push me to the deep end, hoping I drown

But I´ve got my–
I´ve got my bee-bm, bah-bm, bee-a-bm, bee-day
Anybody hold you to it, I don´t need you
Ah, di-ba-boo, ooh

I ain´t gon´ never, never let ´em die
I ain´t gon´ never, never let ´em die
I ain´t gon´ never, never let ´em die
These are my standards

´Cause I won´t let you treat me so unfair
Don´t I deserve my God-given share?
Whether I´ve got a dollar or I´m a billionaire
These are my standards, I ain´t gon´ never, never let ´em die

Because of pride, losing my spine (Hey! Hey!)
I got my head on a swivel this time (Hey!)
Why would I let ya? (Why would I let ya?)
I catch a fever when they´re aiming at the way I live my life
(Hey!) These are my standards that I´m never letting die