People sometimes make fun of me for the music I listen to
Or because I’m a Democrat.
But when I spoke about my feelings to the crowd from that old podium
They didn’t expect that.
I have even been threatened,
And because my house isn’t a castle
They call it barely a flat.
No one can attack my character
And not my appearance (anymore)
they used to call me fat.
I say what I want, do what I want
And don’t hide behind a cell phone
(I don’t require any stealth).
I used to hold back
In fear that there was a chance I’d be wrong
Or that I would be risking my health.
I do not regret anything anymore
After all, a wise man once said
You just have to lose yourself
In the music or the moment
We have to own it,
Besides who cares about possessions and wealth?
Oh yeah, those people
Who a day after being thankful
Trample others to get what they desire
Regardless of the consequences
Almost as if overpriced, superficial clothes are that dire.
I used to be made fun of
Just because of the content of the character of those who I admire.
Several would also say I was going nowhere
I’m proud to prove every single one of them liars.