I had a talk with God,
I told him it’s been awful hard.
People quitting on me,
I’m finding it ridiculous homie.
What’s wild is I ain’t growing callous because of it.
I’d rather reach and seek a position where I’m coveted.
The love then went, and no I’m asking it back.
Year older, don’t feel colder, guess my passion won’t crack.
Was misguided and off the rails, now life’s back on its tracks.
The freshest breath ever compared to an asthma attack.
So what’s good y’all? Me chilling, trying exist comfortably.
Just made 22, plotting on ways to have a million by the time I’m 23.
Learning to accept the change in things that don’t really make sense to me.
By figuring out that every one won’t always behave sensibly.
They say it’s all about growth and expanding your mind.
Some folks walk year after year, others ran with the time.
And I’m standing here watching it all, just repairing my mind.
But you don’t get a spot by watching others standing in line.
No more sitting there dreaming of, let’s make these things biblical.
Impact is my pact, how bout we make them remember you.
Gotta watch those pitfalls and always dodge miserable.
No more shadow living, let’s make it all visible.
Go so far from what you are the old you starts missing you.
Lose yourself to find what’s missing, guess that’s a catch 22.