Trying to be what you're not,
Your nature is all gently,
Yet you act all hardcore in your Bentley,
With its tinted windows,
Bulletproof glass,
Driving fast,
Saying those cops won't catch you,
When really they don't want you,
So you never catch your cue,
You never feel wanted,
Like a ball being bunted,
A waste of energy,
Like the authenticity,
Of magic and synergy,
You are nothing,
You need to deal with this pain,
Join a gang,
Roam the streets,
Gang battles,
Forgotten baby rattles,
Unearned tats,
Used gats,
Walking around not knowing what your life means,
Life of jagged edges,
And tons of broken dreams,
Put on a different face,
Head up and run this place,
It's what you're doing not what you did,
You're finally accepted...
