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Feel like I'm too old for this shit

But not too old to profit off of mischief

I'm old enough to vote but way too young to make a difference

I'm young enough to fall a million times and claim persistence

But I'm old enough to taste the consequences of commitment

And if I die tomorrow my story be tied with sorrow

My eulogy long enough for my predecessors to borrow

I'm young enough to know there's plenty shit still on my calendar

But old enough to lament the damages

I seen to much

But not enough

But way to much

To much that three minutes wouldn't cut

I need a Ted Talk

And strut walk

To show my life

Tell my story

Share my strife

With those who really care for me

Only problem is I'm the one who taught Ted how to talk

Bedtime ten o'clock

That's fucking wild

Kids at bars

Eighteen no dreams

Just having a ball

Maturity sounds pleasant as a thought

Ostracizing my awful life

With their merry go round elevator music prod by alfe rang at three o'clock

Can't bring myself to hate unless I do something wrong

But you finger quote hate if someone say something real

It might come on to strong

R u to weak to accept it

Or am I to broken to not understand why y'all can't get along

My perspective so incentive that I keep changing direction

Why you blind from the light hold up I must stand corrected

I'm not old enough to judge so I keep to myself

I guess that helps

Some things good and some things bad

A few friends not a nuisance fit on two hands like an octave can

Time alone is more valuable than time with fam

Or with a child's head in the gutter that's fucking nasty man

I understand what a good true friend can do to me

I realize I shouldn't settle for mediocracy

You don't need a hundred friends trust me one is plenty

End of the day one dollar is still a hundred pennies

Individuality's a fallacy ain't nobody be doing different

Underrated is an understatement and I'm the definition

Thankful I was chosen due to natural selection

Competition like motivation I don't just watch It direct it

This ain't about music or being better than y'all

As person im just different altruistic and all

Better is not the right word maybe something like mature

Yeah I like it matter fact sums up the good and my unheard

Shit aint really sweet as it seems

The dreams sugarcoated

Who'd have noticed

Everyone looking for moments that they can type two

Dire treaties

Promise of brighter VV's

Brothers who die'll be these heroes we hear in precautionary tales

Hard enough to flip a quarter

Harder to excel

Well wishes worth a fraction of a dollar when you fail

They don't know ya spirit

Only with you when you sell some

And promise to commodify your eardrums

Silent and listen is the same word just misspelled

So listen to the intrecate silence of my presence and intrinsic existence

And the gift in my presents

I've been given from somewhere like heaven

By religious beings hidden in an abyss abysmal miss

I'm sick of being tired

Waiting for kids to catch up while I'm inspired

I guess except for those few who accept my mature mind

I'll always be alone on this ride that we survive