I make music for people who can possibly relate
Also I do it for myself because it facilitates
All my problems that I usually can't talk about
In my family creativity is not allowed
So I keep this a secret, shit's f*cked up I know
They would probably lock me away from pen and paper
Take away my Logic Pro, so what else could I do
Following dreams like non of them would ever try to
But then I go to studios, professionals say I'm great
Say no debate you've got what it takes
To make it big one day, I will show you to everyone
Will make sure you make it, trust me it's gon' be awesome
I'm like ok but I can't risk that certain people find out
That I make music my family wouldn't be proud
Especially this genre, they think rap ain't even music
Another reason to pick on me they say rap is stupid
They hate that I listen to it, so what'd happen when I say I rap
Claps would only be in the beat, they wouldn't like that
So I hide my face hoping no one recognizes
Eventually got used to it as the time passed
And as much as I hate lying to the ones I love
I also know no matter what I do it's never enough
I wish they would be proud we could enjoy this together
But I gotta go alone through sun and stormy weather
I remember 14, professional studio for the first time
And with seven I rapped my first lines
Helped me through some of my worst times
When they took em away I committed my first crime
As you read my lyrics you just f*cking laughed
Ripped it and threw a punch in my f*cking chest
Said you ain't gon' be shit, just give up
Stupid young me did so, that shit stuck with me
For too long, I've always kept writing though
I was just hiding the lyrics, not telling anybody I know
From then on I said to myself f*ck 'em
I can do this on my own