Fighting for the day
That I could tell my momma that it'll be okay
Hope them grey hairs resting on your head
Take it's time
Know it feeling out of place
Providing guidance for myself with the scribbled lines
With high libido, killing cats missing alkaline
Our shit ain't parallel, problem child always out of line
Accepted thats what yours attending right on time
Dispelled the tendencies shining from when your eyes green
Learned to take the high road by virtue of my high beams
Finally mobile, gained another drop of visine
Irrigated irritation from the wide streams
Of tears flowing while in search of where the wide screen
Searching for the larger portrait, Ponzi
Type schemes
I'm busy burning thoughts I made off treating pipe dreams
As legitimate, molded my stock to type B
Navigating with these keys, like you typing
So inundated with these stanzas, think I might be
Gordon Parks or Kim Jones, the mediums enticing
A shared vision, understand I'm busy tightening
What Jehovah planted, vessel more-so than a titan
A servant and a student, too astute to stay indicted
To all my demons, failed in deeming me the same
A nigga not as frightened
Had to reconfigure aim
Embracing change the only way the shit could change
Stress don't hardly feel the same
Silver lining in the shame
My aunt revealed to mama that she feel ashamed
On how I figured folding language for a living, could contain
Bills expansion when diplomas framed
Ain't whining 'bout my flaws, appreciating as I age
I'm busy trudging through the field, regarding making plays
Cradle premonitions from the cradle, urgent shit is grave
I need a doctor
Patience been thin from feeling strained
Tired and drained
Michelin flat, displacement stalking after ways
I kept tucked around the waist, ain't got a precious day to waste
Like a half-life, oasis for my parents through the safe
What I'm chasing, authored the appalling moments of my state,
For a piece of mind, escaping methods now a piece of cake
Its funny how I'm trying get a piece of cake
Now
Had to save myself to wear a cape