Rebel

I might exaggerate it,
But I'm incarcerated,
In mental form from social norms that I can't even face it,
My shoes aren't tied, you wanna lace it?

Well, hell no!
I'll let you dwell in the depth of the well,
Well, well, what do we've here, a crab in a shell?
What's my lullaby? I actually sell what I tell,
That's why when I go visit my hometown, one goes to ring the bell,

I wield the strength of a pebble and a look of a mussel,
But believe me what you see is indeed my vessel,
My words, my tools will cruise from East to Seattle,
And I'll finally win in this one-sided battle.