For years, I have been judged and ridiculed.
Over-emotional. Silent. Abusive. Angry.
I thought that I was obsolete.
Not fit for this world of elites.
So I hid. In various forms of myself.
Trying to be found instead of being lost.
The tactics and false bravados worked…longer than expected.
Then I asked myself this question.
Why should I try to sound like yall?
I’m not a clone of someone else’s persona.
I was told that I’m not fit for society because of my differences.
Not one of the norm.
Lost.
When you’re a slave to the bizz.
No emotion, no cause, no passion.
Found.
Blessed with your issues and modifying.
Running towards a brand new fashion.
Lost.
Speaking words with no backbone.
Found.
Every word filled with bass, truth, and known.
Lost.
My emotions is a problem.
Locking those away from shedding some light.
Found.
Letting them sore with a Get Out of Jail card.
All of them. With no holds barred.
For years I let myself get judged. Thinking that was a living.
Now I realize that I was just a 2 star movie beginning.
I’m done being the guy afraid of snapping.
If it was meant to happen, then there is no relaxing.
I’m a misguided individual. There’s nothing wrong with that.
Looking for my calling on this rock before I fade to black.
I don’t want to be known as Mr. Right
I rather be the one that knows that I lived my life.
I hid away for far too long. Trying to be a “model citizen”
When all and all, I’m just a ruthless individual.
My anger, emotions, slang, and cold is part of me.
As for you...we shall soon see.
"Now lets pretend like i ain't got a name before they ever call me B.O.B aka Bobby Ray. I’m talking back before the mixtapes, (yeah), before the videos and the deals and the fame. Before the ever once compared me to Andre, before i ever got on Myspace Before they ever noticed my face. So lets just pretend and make wishes out of airplanes."
Felt creative and I saw a few airplanes in the sky...so here's Airplanes Pt. 3; The version not available in your music library. :)
Let’s pretend that my anger got the best of me,
Instead of being in a class I’d be in the street.
Runnin’, shootin’, and lootin’ while chasing the green
And probably dead in my coffin by 23.
Let’s pretend that I was like everyone else,
Blaming things on others besides myself.
Making up excuses on why I can’t dream
Since I think that my vision won’t reign supreme.
Let’s pretend that I wasn’t crazy,
And at age 17 I had a baby.
Dropped out of school becoming a stay-at-home dad
While looking at the vision of life that I will never have.
Let’s pretend I was newest version of PCP.
I go in, take you up, then you cease to be.
Then I got ya addicted and I control your life
Now you’re up every night looking for the light.
Let’s pretend the clock turned back to the day,
Where everything was made on cassette tapes.
And what if my parents abused me and I grew up alone,
While healing up my wounds wishing for a new home.
Looking towards the sky trying to figure things out
But I can’t do anything special except shout.
Then the world shattered and the skies fell down
As I rose from the rubbles and stole the king’s crown.
Let's pretend that I made a turn for worse,
Exposing my unique gift that turned to a curse.
Let's pretend that I don't believe in a change,
But I still make wishes out of airplanes.
Let’s pretend that you’re on the road to your dream,
It’s so close to your face that you see it gleam.
How hard will you work to make that dream come down,
And make that wish happen right now.