Different

Walking to the bus stop 7:30 AM
Walkman in my hoodie pocket pop a disk in
Poppa doesn't get this that music is my safe space
I hate school hate teachers hate me for my bad grades
I'll finish last place honest I don't need this
Give me a computer and you'll see that I'm a genius but
Needless to say that I never got my way
Because they put me on probation then they sent my ass away
Type to move against the grain
Had to learn to think and act as if we operate the same
Gotta' fit within the frame of who they think that I should be
Or else I'll never graduate and get a job and then succeed
Therefore I agreed 'til I got released
And then I went straight back into the streets and started selling weed
Revocation proceed rehab insufficient
Either I'm a criminal or just indifferent

I wish that I knew how to write a song that was relatable
But every time I grab the pen I tend to make it personal
Music is my journal now I use it to convey
All these complicated feelings congregating in my brain
This a drug to cure the pain
So I deal it for a living even loved ones are ashamed
Steady wage non-existent but I'm comfortably earnest
I would rather be myself than some façade on the surface
No doubt I just wanna make them proud
Give them proof of why my head has always been up in the clouds
Hope they see me sway a crowd a giant smile on face
Maybe then they'll understand my mind and why I am this way
But up until that day
I'm gonna keep on doing me with little need for what they say
And if they feel me then then that's great if not that's fine too
There a seven billion people but there's none like you