Standards

(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