The Wanderer's Theme

This year I've been everywhere but at peace
Open up to 23 and breathe, you've got a lot to read
And feel free to judge by the cover, it's not that deep
I keep it all where it can be seen
If private property is theft, then I'm Robinhood, collectivizing enterprises
If he's stubborn then the prophecy incentivizes
If you're stuck inside a circle I can empathize
The only real power in the world is what you recognize
I weaponize my pen against the idleness of mind
Still they turn me to a factor because I ain't hit my prime yet
Time's jest, up and down when I sign checks
Dime bet that I'm flying through the blind test
You can find pests lurking in that Birkin bag
You can find regrets in the person that's the first to jab
What defines rest but the search for a learned path
Everybody's bad until the rolling paper's like unfurled flags
I'll keep it half mast for eternity
It'll go past fast if the universe has heard from me
Fried, watching Top Gun at the potluck
If you've never seen a pilot, don't mach one
If it should be the case and I'm beholden to my bars
Here's a word of advice and my token to the bard
Make all of my riddles burn and show them to the stars
Because it's all for the listener, you know who you are
Who are you
Who are you
You miserable presumptuous have no talent
You're no artist
An artist respects the solace that serves the foundation of creativity
If you really had talent go practice
Or get yourself a gig
Instead of ruining the end of the day for everybody down here
You disgrace
You are everything that's gone wrong with this world
You're a self-consumed, no talent, mediocre piece of shit
And I've earned my right to say it
I'm an NYU film school graduate
Sucker