He explained it
They understood but didn't care
They'd rather see a change in his ways
Or make him disappear
It isn't clear
Maybe they were very scared
Of the unknown who the f*ck knows, it isn't fair
That's life
Glass pipes and hard times
Not his, he gets his high just from writing rhymes
It isn't right
In their eyes they can't relate
They'd rather jeopardize a lonely poet's only hope for fate
So do your thing and keep vibin'
What they say it's all nonsense
They might hate but the wildin'
Do your thing they need guidance, but
Not yet, strike that
They got in his head and they took his pad and his pen
Got him tryna' fit in like an ad lib again
'Cause their opinion is that, that isn't for him
Life is slow when you're in the wrong lane
Full of high hopes, on a tight rope, falling
Always, all because you're wanting something different
Everything they want from you is such a contradiction
To the way you are
And the way its always been
To erase his scars would be to change a part of him
Make it harder than it is
Not again, not to him, this time its the opposite
'Cause all that sounds like hatin'
Is loud and clear motivation
Lonely poet don't blame them
Its obvious their mistaken
I mean
What do you take him for
If 10,000 Hours of practice hasn't made him bored
That's a goal you should aim towards
His presence is a present you could try to be more thankful for it