Childhood Misfit [Interlude]

[Verse: ShooterStarz]
To all the critics R.I.P
Rest in pee
Cuz I pissed on your grave
You say if I just behave I could be a legend
Who are you to say
Only God can judge
You ain’t Jesus or even a reverend
I’ve heard criticism since I was seven
In second grade
My parent were called before the second day
I was banging on my desk making “Music"
Had the energy didn’t know how to use it
In a constructive way
Is what they would always say
And even to today
I’m always criticized
If others were in my shoe shoes they wouldn’t fit my size
They would have to wipe their eyes
With a handkerchief
But I refuse to cry
Cuz I want the image of a hood rat
I think it’s good that
I at least have goals
But while I enter the valley of death to take a stroll
You’re running
And it’s stunning
Cuz when you make a mistake
You do whatever it takes
To make it up
But everyone messes up
And i think that’s fair enough
No apology needed
As a child when i was asked for one I retreated
My parents accepted me while others treated
Me like an inconsiderate person
But while I’m spilling my emotions on the verse in
The style of rhyme
I realize only time
Will tell if i learn what Ive already been taught
Because i always thought
I was being bashed and bullied
Being used like a tool like a pulley
In this tug of war my heart and brain are trying pull me
In two opposite directions
Some people think I'm crazy that’s a common misconception
These same people never made the connection
That i had this affection
For more than the blood gore and war
That goes in this world
This affection however was not for a girl
Some might hear that and laugh
Then ask what’s your affection?
Let’s just say my mind’s in detention
But my soul’s in suspension
There are so many thoughts the world can bring
Now i know why the cage bird sings
Cuz i would you feel if u were in a huge world with clipped wings?