Beats, Son!

Well, it just seems like a waste
I never have enough to say
They all wear an opinion but I'm on to their plot.
I don't mean to be rude
I'm not here to be ridicule
I walk away in silence, silence is what I've known.
I've grown to own what is mine
My labor, my routine, my time
I am the vengeance, the victim, and the crime.
Sorry sometimes is not enough
I made my peace with being left behind
Your guilt does not concern me, does me no good nor harm.


I've got no reason to be here
Not a clear reason to be here
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter at all.