the fucking pressure is rapture

the fucking pressure is rapture
when expressed in a letter
but i confess that confessional
may never get me a congressional medal
wonder why people try so hard
when theyve got it all in their head
dont know why people fill themselves with lard
or why they just give up and lie down in bed
dont understand why people bitch so much
kinda seem a bit far fetched
but they just seem to not give a fuck
and sometimes i feel stretched
but you know what im better man
and they try to all pull me down
but ill make some shit rearranged and then
we'll fuckin turn that frown around
all these people seem to want my blood
and they seem to want to hurt me real bad
but you know what they're not from my hood
and they'll never ever make me really mad
cause you see im fucking from another place
and they can't touch my experience
yeah they'll never match my fucking pace
and you'll they just fear irreverence
and im gonna move to boston
and we'll see how good it is out there
yeah dude we'll be away from oblivion
and we'll not be around fucking squares
it'll be fucking nice to be away
and i'll love to be down on the coast
yeah dude i'll watch the trees sway
on the beach where people toast
and i wonder if youll ever see
how you fucking see to need tons of help
wonder if you'll ever be
more than just a whelp
can you see how im trying hard to win
and how im trying to be something better than
all the people around who can't see further than
their own fucking hand it's experience
don't let yourself be an inference
of indifference
to the possibility of physics and remember this
you're better, kid.