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