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From Outcast Anthems to Adulthood: How Tyler, the Creator Shaped My Journey of Self-Discovery

As Tyler, the Creator's music evolved and matured, so did I.
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Tyler, the Creator has come a long way from the bratty rapper introduced to audiences in 2011. Photo by Luis "Panch" Perez

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No one is going to argue the fact that Tyler, the Creator is one of hip-hop's most polarizing artists and creatives.

From the jumpstart of his career, his intentionally provocative lyrics that challenged societal norms, to more introspective explorations of love and identity that would come up later, he has consistently defied expectations of what it means to be a rapper. While today he's known for his entertaining internet persona and musical brilliance, it wasn't always this way.

Tyler was first introduced to audiences as a young, rebellious, internet-famous rapper known for rocking Supreme, skating, and pushing the boundaries of lyrical content. His early work was marked by extreme controversy. His willingness to shock and provoke became central to his identity, often using his music as a form of defiance against mainstream expectations.

Growing up, Tyler appealed to my young mind. As a kid who didn't connect with the vibe of blog-era rappers like Wiz Khalifa, Big Sean, and Joey Bada$$, Tyler felt like the perfect alternative. He wasn't afraid to be brash and in your face, running around malls and skateparks alongside a crew of talented friends like Earl Sweatshirt, Frank Ocean, Taco Bennett, and Nakel Smith. That energy felt like the embodiment of freedom in an era where individuality was too often confined to fitting into a specific mold. This rebellious energy resonated with me in a way that more polished, mainstream figures like Drake or J. Cole couldn't.

During this time, I also began to dig deeper into music because of Tyler. His hero, Pharrell Williams, became one of mine, too, when I began to delve into his catalog and realized he was way more than the "Happy" and "Get Lucky" guy. The same thing happened with artists like Erykah Badu, Kali Uchis, and Charlie Wilson, thanks to their placements on albums like Wolf and Cherry Bomb. These artists helped me see that Tyler's music was about more than shock value; it was about pushing boundaries and experimenting with sounds and genres, which I had previously overlooked in favor of more commercial music. Expanding my music taste opened up worlds of sonic exploration and emotional depth.
I was very much that pimply-faced kid going into Zumiez, buying Odd Future T-shirts, then sneaking over to Spencer's to laugh at all the novelty items. All the while, I was bumping songs like "Parking Lot" and "Slater." I'd go home and go online, debating if I was going to spend my allowance and birthday money on Supreme, Golf Wang, and concert tickets. Tyler's influence wasn't just musical — it was a cultural shift that impacted how I viewed fashion, art, and identity. His irreverence spoke to me on a deeper level, showing me that I could be unapologetically myself, even in the face of social norms.

One day, I was listening to Wolf, and the kid next to me asked me what I was listening to as he bumped Fetty Wap on his phone. The contrast made me feel like an outcast at the time, but I didn't care because Tyler made me feel like it was okay to stand out and be different when I couldn't process these feelings of being different. Tyler's willingness to embrace and wear his weirdness proudly became a model for how I could own my own quirks and individuality. It was a message of confidence that I needed at a time when I was still figuring out who I was.

Around the latter half of my high school years, I began to grow out of that angsty, edgy kid phase and began to feel that I wanted to start being taken seriously. I felt like I had accidentally turned myself into a caricature, and I didn't like that. I began to dress differently, and like many aspiring West Village residents, I moved to sweater vests and Doc Martens. My desire for self-growth mirrored Tyler's own artistic shift as he moved from Wolf to Flower Boy, where his music became more emotionally vulnerable and complex. The new Tyler, now tackling themes of love, identity, and self-discovery, provided a soundtrack to my own evolution.

Around the time I began to enter my first relationships, Tyler began to explore mature themes of love and heartbreak on albums like Flower Boy and Igor. Songs like "Are We Still Friends," "See You Again," and "I Think" received heavy airplay as I navigated the complexities of teen romance. I related to the vulnerability that he shared with lyrics like "I'm a puppet, you control me" after being in such a draining, toxic relationship at a young age. For the first time, Tyler was no longer just an icon of rebellion; he became an artist grappling with real emotions. His music helped me process my own feelings of inadequacy, heartbreak, and longing.

Around this time, I realized Tyler's music was becoming the soundtrack of my life. During moments of loneliness, I would play my outcast anthems to find a safe space in my head. As Tyler's music grew more introspective, so did I. His willingness to explore vulnerability and pain in his music gave me the permission to embrace those emotions as part of my own journey. It was clear that Tyler was no longer just about shocking the world with his outrageous persona; he was diving deeper into his own emotional landscape, allowing listeners like me to do the same.
With Call Me If You Get Lost, I was finally out of my home state of Texas, and I began to travel, taking in people, places, and things in a new way. I experienced culture and fell in love with music and ideas I had previously overlooked. I related so much to that intro on "Runitup." I finally began to see the fruits of my labor, experiencing life in ways many of my doubters and naysayers had previously said I never would, just like Tyler expresses on this album. He brings a classic mixtape feel with some of the most hard-hitting features from guys like NBA Youngboy, 42 Dugg, and Lil Wayne. It was the anthem of my summer once it was released, and I have fond memories of listening to it when I rediscovered my identity and found the confidence to be myself.

Tyler's music continues to resonate with me deeply. His latest album, Chromakopia, is a change of direction and themes, tackling the idea of having kids, relationships with parents, and trying to find inner peace in an era full of chaos. I have friends who are having kids and getting married, but my priorities are more skewed toward the next adventure and how I can continue to grow as a person. I'm having friends show me engagement pictures while I'm struggling to show anything that is near to being as relevant to being an actual adult. It's these struggles with traditional growth that Tyler raps about, and I find myself listening just to feel like there's someone out there who understands me. The way Tyler tackles the ambiguity of adulthood with humor, depth, and sincerity speaks to the challenges I'm facing as I try to define myself outside of society's rigid expectations.

Tyler's music and personality have always been a point of self-reflection. As he's grown, I have with him from an edgy skater kid to a young man trying to deal with the struggles of traditional adulthood. Watching Tyler's evolution over the years has allowed me to reflect on my own growth, realizing that we don't have to have it all figured out. Like Tyler, it's okay to evolve, to shed old personas, and to find new ways of expressing who we are. His music remains a source of nostalgia and guidance, helping me navigate the complexities of adulthood and identity.

Tyler, the Creator. With Paris Texas. 7:30 p.m. Monday, March 24, at Kaseya Center, 601 Biscayne Blvd., Miami; 786-777-1000; kaseyacenter.com. Sold out.