This Is What Happens

[Verse 1] This is what happens when you tell a kid what not to do But offer few substitutes, shrinking the space in the box he moves Toss him a guitar that's hardly tuned He locks his room and he jots and spews Everything in his heart and you Leave him unresponded to This is when you hide your kid for eight years He never learns to face fears And emerges with a sense his breaths are too pretentious For your ears, it doesn't get more weird You get a confidence mismatching his countenance Paralyzed, timid, cites critics even though none exist He's not a glitch, just a sum of this: Indie rock and battle verse I'm an extrovert with Asperger's The will to write is not mine, but that's not what... [Hook] I was raised on holy meat, notes on keys, and homeschooling They told me think for only me but only to a known degree Then slowly creeped in flows and beats and one of God's own growing seeds Was sowed in hip-hop's ovaries and I rose from cracks in boat ferries You don't know what you got 'til it's taken from your grip You really don't care to talk until you suck at it [Verse 2] This is what happens when a passion is planted But never practiced because it's sandwiches or the campus And any attempt to trap it is branded a distraction Imagine being grafted to something you can't even chat with Attracted to everything you clash with While you're developing habits of acting misanthropic and passive And there's no mercy granted for the actions of the past him Time and again attacked with panic Restricted with his branches Because he sees himself as a cactus And there's too much traffic in his body's attic To allow for chances for his heart to transmit Take the above and stack it What happens when you add it To indie rock and battle verse? You get an extravert with Aspergers's The will to write is not mine, but that's not what... [Hook] [Bridge] Oh now my mama, you've raised a pariah with no esteem Who calls for relation but the answers give no symmetry He's everyone's reflection but sees himself nowhere My rib cage like double gates would wide divide to find something alike I'd like to surrender, but that's not what... [Hook]