“But me, I’m still trapped inside my head It kinda feel like it’s a purgatory So polite and white, but I got family who would murder for me Think I’m living paradise, so would I have to worry ‘bout? Dealing with these demons, feel the pressure, find the perfect style Making sure my mom and dad are still somewhat in love All these backfires of my experiments with drugs And I experience the touch of my epiphany in color form The difference between love and war inform me, I’m above the norm”