Listen to the rhyme, it's his form of expression
Rapping all his poems so he doesn't get depression
Let him vent out all the anger, it's justified
You don't like his style? But his ideas are verified
You want to complain, it'll be in vain,
You get petrified by his disdain, you're so tame
Your attention is his gain, you're impressed
Now you understand why others feel so repressed
All you had to do is listen, you didn't wanna
Now that you've had to, you feel like you won a
Crash course in life