i wannabe a kid again i wannabe a kid again i wannabe a kid again i wanna be big pissin off a bridge not givin a shit fly like a stone thrown out my home in a telephone booth but they don t make those anymore i got the cure for the canker sore i live right above in a candy store i have scars that no one can ever see i got walls that are even unknown to me i make art i draw pictures with words summon emotions from deep within my skull not for glory i ll tell you a story don t gotta relate narrate my feelings there s nothing wrong with feeling no fronts no gimmicks no lights just no flesh just spirit yo i don t wannabe a hendrix i wannabe a kid again i wannabe big pissin off a bridge not givin a shit sayin hell yea dim witted kill shit milk all of it before i m fully lactose intolerant no pun intended my voice is quiet but my thoughts be a shade violent aim before you pull philosophically i m outside of the cave and imagery turnin ivory to gold then into ebony now wat d you say to me just then afraid of confrontation i love so much i hate so much i hate it cause i hear voices in my head and they sing to me i don t know who i m tryna be or who i m tryna please i wanna kill all the noises that i hear inside my head your words are better left unsaid i wish that they were dead