That's O.K.

That's okay
 My mind's blank anyway, I never have a thing to say
 And if I do, I write a song about it
 This ain't therapy, it's too crowded
 Personality drowned out and stomped and soundless
 Maimed even if you claimed style is sound bitch
 Might as well be talkin' to myself up here
 You never listen
 What you fear is if you listen, you might hear some shit
 So I clear these clips and hope the recoil kicks
 I ain't trying to appease spoiled kids
 See them down, boil with the boy skull rapping that hamlet
 They know that I'm ill, can't stand it
 I don't fuck with the gang, can't stand it
 I'm too fat for these hoops, they demandin'
 I'm not a stand in, I'm my own man
 (Yeah) I'm my own man
 You better watch your mouth
 'Cause I'm my own man, I ain't
 Holdin' back for no one else
 I'ma show you who I am with my own hands
 I'm a cold man, own man
 I'ma do it my way 'til I'm an old man
 You better feel what I say from my soul, man
 I'm my own man, my own man
 That's okay, my mind's blank anyway
 I never have a thing to say
 And if I do, I ain't tellin' you I been silent
 For a minute, growin' up with my nephews
 I was an alcoholic quitting cold Turkey in the cabin
 When at home, I had to clean out the cabinet
 When at home, I had to clean out the contacts
 Just some people who would never call me back
 Then I drop 100 pounds like a lad In a lap dance, magic up in my pen
 Y'all are writing something tragic stanzas, can't stand up, re-branded
 Damage, asinine, anti-aspirin outlandish rapping
 Only for the cash mercenary ass
 Can't hold a damn candle to a light bulb
 BING, Google and Bing me, king me
 If you wanna compete
 Boy, you catch me in a different kind of scenery, singin'
 I'm my own man, own man
 You better watch your fuckin' mouth
 'Cause I'm my own man, I ain't
 Holdin' back for no one else
 I'ma show you who I am with my own hands
 I'm a cold man, own man
 I'ma do it my way 'til I'm an old man
 You better feel what I say from my soul, man
 I'm my own man, own man
 That's okay, my mind's blank anyway
 I never have a thing to say, and if I do
 I'll let the city sing it
 Mmm... You hear that?
 That's the sound of us, baby
 3:37 in the morning
 Rolling down fourth street
 The snores, and the hearts
 The quiet pin drops, stillness
 Like pastries behind the glass
 Mmm, what a sweet melody
 Swelling the empty of night time
 That's why I feel like I'm the only man alive
 Maybe I am, that's why I write all these things
 You know?
 Away from all the snakes who bite
 And the biters who snake
 Away from the screams
 And the pressure
 And the invisible favors
 Away from homie prophecies
 And hindsight heroes
 Away from you, really, yeah
 It's lonely, but maybe I'm all I need
 You know?
 Me and my crew, Authors, here
 In a silent way, yeah, in a silent way