Who am I?

See I must be straight Hip-Hop,

And just don’t assume the music so just stop,

I mean hip-hop

Because the real me, is tricky and shaky

And I’d try to give u a reason but I’m out of

“Well they are doing its” and “It’s not my fault they made me”

If you don’t know by now my curtain is being someone I just created

And all of the rejection I thought I’d never make it,

Home

When id run to my mom screaming,

“Mommy I have no friends of my own”

So I would do anything to have a friend, just one

So I learned, followed, and tried to be like,

Some-one, I’m not, no matter how old,

I was just still playing pretend,

Pretending till the game became reality in the end.

There was no me nor I, just a premade imagine of what I thought was cool but

Isolated the me in me

Until I grew into the young man who I was supposed to be

Thanks to music I became from the character I was to

Be-ating of a drum of an alarm in my head that lets me now where I’m from

Its amazing finding who I was, like butterflies in my stomach, I was kind of afraid

The curtain rises and it’s not anyone special on the stage

Like the Wizard pay no attention behind the curtain that’s behind in the back

Se-ats looking mad and upset because I don’t need him

I have the chance to be free

A chance to be me