2am in Bogart Hall

Not a city boy, don't hit me boy, it's not too hard to see I'm different boy, you see we ain't the same I ain't typical, physical smaller, little bit taller than predecessors, I'm telling you boy, we ain't the same Grew up with Cole and Kenny, a generation ahead of me, letting me take the best of them into me while I add my pain Again and again Again and again Again and again Not a trace of authenticity, is this what they wanted? I'm livid, I'm living a hundred Seeing visions of ghosts I've been hunting, is this what I wanted? What is to gain? Bars for my bars is raising, everyone listen first time, honestly that's my worst, I'm wishing I could get rid of my shame, If I shout it with my chest I know the past will go, I'm not Attached to those who want to hate me but I'm stuck with the blame Again and again Again and again Again and again Again and again Busy busy, all my braggadocio been sticking with me, wish I had the ego I portray, now I'm living with envy Whipped in a frenzy, gotta smile and laugh but the compliments empty Stocking my shelves with the baggage they can't see, dragging my bare feet, Artistry's something I thought that I had, reinforced by all my past, his beats were bored, it's all my bad When can I alter my plans, it's hard enough for me to change Again and again Again and again Again and again Again and again Again and again Again and again Tell you grow up in your own time, then they water you straight through the roof I tried to tie me down with formal bullshit that I didn't suit They get so damn pressed when you say you gon' go a different route Again and again, I hear them shouting at me not to do so Stop monotonous raccous shit, all packed in these cracks in these walls, funneled but we stacking it tall We trying to escape, I ain't face it all but I'm what remains Cause we all hit these forks in the road but I found a new plate, I'm different I never get complacent, placing comp beside me dangerous All these calls from people I don't give a shit about, I'm wasted False responsibility, I respond feeling silly me That's the good in me trying to appease cause they want roof for me That's enough of proof for me Support is really not my weak side At least I'm pursuing shit I want to in my free time I seek mine but weak minds been telling me I've been wrong So I just peddle on ideals until they leave me, I've been gone