[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