I'm sick of being tough

A few steps closer to being a rock with my current luck

Can somebody pull me out the ground

Liven my life under a mask erupting no sound

You can put me in the pot & boil me

I will never break, my soul will never soil you see

But don't forget about me 

I'm important to others lives so no I can't die you see

But I can mimick others taste

Crafty when it comes to adaptability it comes to me as if in a haste

Often taken for granted

Even though I may strenghthen the weak I'm still being taken for granted

Some say anyone can do this

If Empire was a reality then who would be Lucious?

The hell if I know but we're somewhat the same

We both have goals in a category next to fame

Now I know for sure I'm insane

But you'll never know cuz when you look at my face it'll be plain

And it all goes back to the mask 

Its similar to the potato's husk if you want it off all you have to do is ask

But to give you a heads up you might not like what you see

You can compare me to an onion, it'll take a lot of work to get to me

Yet those with unique pallets can taste me

I'm something all on my own

It takes patience & curiosity to understand