I'm just a kid from down your block, I'm just a face you see

I'm nothing special, but I'm a rebel, I feel so imperviously

That nothing can stop me now

Oh, nothing can break me down

I am tired of finding all of my ways to keep on hiding, but no more, no more

I feel like I'm flying, but I really wanna soar

I am tired of finding all of my ways to keep on hiding, but no more, no more

I feel like I'm flying, but I really wanna soar, yeah

Everybody used to tell me I was lazy

They told me I was crazy, I turned to conversations

Just to find out why you hated me

Oh, please don't berate me

Can't stand it when I'm shaking

I'm used to all the hating

When our paths cross, I'm aching

But now it's different, uh, I'm feeling lifted

I've got all the possibilities in my heart, I'm gifted

I'm being sifted through the strainer

Like a grain of rice in a container yeah, yeah!

Hey, but what's this feeling inside

Yeah, it's coarse like the sand, uh, it's sharp like a knife

It's like a wave coming in

Like a projector showing the wind where he came from and then

Wondering how he got in and it's been

A long, cold fucking winter

Winner, winner, guess I didn't get my chicken dinner

I pluck chicken feathers with inclement weather

I am too weathered to let the storm of fear break my sail while it's tethered

If you preach it, you tell them

If you reach it, you're well on

Your way to what you need from this fucking life

It'll probably add up to a sum of how much fun you have with all your power and your drive

Yeah well, I encourage you to keep your head straight

And your ears always listening, yeah

You can't believe me if you don't believe yourself

Cause nobody helps until there's scars and there's welts

From bombs and them shells, I must be calm and be stealth

Stay humble even when I'm going through hell

I must remember that my pain is felt by God himself

I am tired of finding all of my ways to keep on hiding, but no more, no more

I feel like I'm flying, but I really wanna soar

I am tired of finding all of my ways to keep on hiding, but no more, no more

I feel like I'm flying, but I really wanna soar

I'm just a kid from down your block, I'm just a face you see

I would like the audience not to know who I was, and not to see me

In completely all forms of music, in fact

Not know the artist, not to see the artist, not to know who wrote the song or the piece

But just to hear the music completely devoid of anything

And evaluate the music on its merits

I don't believe in giving the audience what they want anyway

I believe in giving the audience my best and making them like it

Uh, you don't make hit records that way...but, uh, you can sleep at night