[Verse 1]
Transfer my thoughts to this book of rhymes, look at times
In the past i was nothing but a rookie mind
And when i smoke i'm a monster, "that cookie's mine"
an*lyse the bigger picture - the crooked crimes
And when it's Cole outside i gotta crooked smile
Cause i miss the winter time snow, in my crooked nation
I try and look for patience, but i ain't looked in miles
Paint a picture of your soul enlighten the canvas
Imagine all your dreams come true, despite of the chances
And keep on doing you, despite what the fan says
I'm throwing tantrums at all these social sanctions
A bunch of medicines that a**ist with the minds expansion
In comparison they're not as bad until they banned them, so
FREE MARK
Somebody pay his ransom, and let him dance in the mansion of Mr. Manson
Until freedom of speech is globally in action
And i'm advancing just wait till the listeners hear it
So full of ecstasy it's like their the visioners spirit
And they expecting me to make life decisions i fear it
But it's like, I'm only 17, am i gonna be selling tunes or sell the dream?
And i'm thinking "Which to do?", and you telling me?!
I guess pa**ion isn't relevant
They asking if i'll do architecture or medicine
And apologies if i don't study psychology
But i'm wishing for a life greater then my knowledge be
But that's cause ignorance is bliss, but knowledge means success
Your innocence resists you to acknowledge your regrets
Experience consists of being a hostage to forget
And this as honest as it gets