Starving Artist

Poor and white, born in the nineteen-eighties
A product of a technologically advanced society
I remember tagging symbols under the bridge
smoking and joking, we were just kids
we wanted everything, but we couldn't afford 
was a regular event to steal from stores

now Im a starving artist, diamond in the rough
my creative platform doesn't provide me enough
the project is tough and the going is rough..
when you got no attention
a Ritalin kid, i spent the years in detention

Eventually I've got to spread my wings and fly
forget gravity, the physics I'll defy
I'm over analytical and always ask why
and I still find it hard to comply

I've had a few moments where I saw clearly
felt the peace inside which I hold dearly
I've been just merely walking around in circles
dodging chaos for fun, hopping over hurdles 

I've explored the deepest depths of my intellectual mind
truth wasn't something i was able to find
now I'm digging deep in the emotional heart
where I found a lifelong journey that I must embark

all my life things have torn me apart
I finally discovered the power of art
I can open my eyes
see through the lies
channel my animosity 
and discard the disguise