[Verse]

I’m just a hopeless kid

With some hopeless dreams

People think I’m stupid

I just think I’m me

You don’t know what that means

And you don’t really need to

I’ll do it on my own

I’ll call you if I need you

'Cause I’ve been working hard

Sorry if it seems I’m absent

Maybe I can make it up to you by doubling my passion

Maybe if I drop an album people will love me

No others above me

Don’t tell me (tell me) what you want from me because

I made 50 songs in the time it took to re-lease one

If that doesn’t scream passion then I don’t know what does

Pushing my limits I’m getting it finished I’m out on a mission I’m winnin' I love what I do

But sometimes, stress can get to you 'cause

Every day, I think about the things that people say and it still racks my brain

I think I’m locked inside a cage but

Forget the criticism art is art you know it best

If one more person tells me what to do next Ill lost my head

Cause sometimes I’d rather just catch yall off guard I won’t

Sit here and listen to y’all tell me what to do

[Spoken]

And in a perfect world, no one would ever have to worry about the fact that they weren't exactly what other people wanted them to be. But I know that perfect world will never exist in this life, and for that reason, I look forward to the next

[Spoken]

This man, this living, breathing human, lived his life with a heavy burden. That burden being that he was all humanity had left. So he spent his days wandering an endless wasteland, with only whatever he could fit on his back or in his pockets. Of these possessions, he had two that meant more to him than the others: a tape player, and a journal. That journal contained his heart, his soul, and his mind: and here it is