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