[Verse 1: Darriald]
Yo, Some perceive me to be
The lyrically
Advanced 16 year old lacing these beats
With bars that will really get you tripping when you smoke it
They look at a kid rapping and say that he's so hopeless
Just provokin'
Everyone around him because he stays moving in motions
Just so different from them, he can barely keep focus
Or is that just the ADD up inside of him
Part of him wants to be true the other wants to be like them
Try to keep it slim
No Jim Crow laws now we live equally
You have to open your ears so that you can hear my frequency
They Want to know if the boy even has the decency
To conform to their new ways and give his life up peacefully
What is a rapper that is so called unique
They're called a freak
They have the stench of truth to others they reek
It kind of seemed to be discernin'
I'm just a kid trying to make an earnin'
While lyrics are in my brain churnin'
They're twisting and working its hurtin'
All of these words are lurking Its perfect
Words are constructing in my mind even when I'm nervous
Just trying to get better and focus more on the quality of my music than the cheddar
Writing songs like a letter
You have to use the right side of your mind
If you won't you will be blind
To all that is around
You won't be able to rewind
The way we look to them is how we are defined
Expand your mind

[Outro: Darriald]
Why is it that the wack artists get famous
And the real artists stay nameless
Think about it