Ahead of the Curve

They call it lunacy They call it a problem They call me pretentious They call me ridiculous But I'm just ahead of the curve Yeah, ahead of the curve Truth is I'm a little insane Blinded by all this pain So I cut myself open To see if it would make a stain And no I am not vain Nor the sum Of what flows from my vein And no I'm not going anywhere The verse is my lair So let them all stare I'll flip them the bird And a bit of a glare Because it's not like I care It's just words that I share They call it poetic They call it possessive They call me a hack They claim that I'm wack But I'm just ahead of the curve Yeah, ahead of the curve Truth is I have what they lack Not afraid to talk smack Because with these words I assuredly have a knack To garner their flack But I want you to take a look Just open my heart like a book And see in me an innocent They tried to call a crook And claimed I made a mess But if I have to confess I'm playing 4D chess To get the regret off my chest And finally feel blessed They call it trite They call it infantile They call me washed up They say that I'm done But I'm just ahead of the curve Yeah, ahead of the curve And I'll be the first to say I was wrong To call my last poem my swan song My flow is still gold and I'm feeling strong But when I go out it'll be on my own terms When I finally tell the hobby so long They said it's impossible to get close to the edge When the world isn't really flat But I'll knock everything off like a cat To show how superfluous it all really is Because Coronavirus is God's pop quiz So call me ahead of the curve because I aced it With my written wit And like I said I'm not ready to quit My words have only just got lit They call it spoken word They call it slam They call me Chris They say that I'm back But I was always ahead of the curve Yeah, ahead of the curve