The Wanderer's Theme

This year I've been everywhere but at peace Open up to 23 and breathe, you've got a lot to read And feel free to judge by the cover, it's not that deep I keep it all where it can be seen If private property is theft, then I'm Robinhood, collectivizing enterprises If he's stubborn then the prophecy incentivizes If you're stuck inside a circle I can empathize The only real power in the world is what you recognize I weaponize my pen against the idleness of mind Still they turn me to a factor because I ain't hit my prime yet Time's jest, up and down when I sign checks Dime bet that I'm flying through the blind test You can find pests lurking in that Birkin bag You can find regrets in the person that's the first to jab What defines rest but the search for a learned path Everybody's bad until the rolling paper's like unfurled flags I'll keep it half mast for eternity It'll go past fast if the universe has heard from me Fried, watching Top Gun at the potluck If you've never seen a pilot, don't mach one If it should be the case and I'm beholden to my bars Here's a word of advice and my token to the bard Make all of my riddles burn and show them to the stars Because it's all for the listener, you know who you are Who are you Who are you You miserable presumptuous have no talent You're no artist An artist respects the solace that serves the foundation of creativity If you really had talent go practice Or get yourself a gig Instead of ruining the end of the day for everybody down here You disgrace You are everything that's gone wrong with this world You're a self-consumed, no talent, mediocre piece of shit And I've earned my right to say it I'm an NYU film school graduate Sucker