Songwriters: Mathers Iii, Marshall B; Resto, Luis Edgardo; Yeah It's my life In my own words I guess Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for? When they know they're your heart And you know you are their armor And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'em But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you And everything you stand for, turns on you, despite you? What happens when you become the main source of a pain? 'Daddy look what I made,' dad's gotta go catch a plane 'Daddy where's mommy? I can't find mommy, where is she?' I don't know, go play Haile, baby, your daddy's busy Daddy's writing this song, this song ain't gon' write itself I'll give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself.