Call me a hypocrite cause I am. Call me ignorant, yes i am. Call me annoying, I can be. Call me a beast, sometimes, it's good to be. Call me a rebel, I want to be. Call me a dreamer; its the future I see. King of my world, thats for sure... and so are you of your own world. but wheres my kingdom, n wheres my crown, "in progress my highness", i tell myself. Crazy they say, n true they are. But crazy I see too, but they cant see that. May be a lil insane, n my insanity feeds me, may be a lil wayne, yes n yes, i like that shit. And crazier it gets, when I dig within, no answers, but stumble upon different thing. Is it the age that has send me in search, through the memories to sail across. wait, there's a clue, I might be like this. and theres another one, I can't be this! I do this, and I like who I am. I did that! I cant stand myself. Am I good or has the evil taken control of me? Am I kind or has this world gotten into me? In search of me... now I wonder, does it even matter? who i am, n what i am... I dont know, and I will keep searching, but for the time being,  I know what I try to be... and i'll keep trying.