[Verse 1]
I feel like I should write this in my journal, a lot of sh** has happened recently
But I've yet to comprehend what it means to me
But really what it is, It's just a bunch of different memories that don't happen enough
You think I don't love rolling to Brooklyn? Coming through for A Show or 2?
Hitting up a studio? Building up these bridges for my people, shoot a video?
It's Happening, and I feel it, but then I look back
And think deep like "What does it change?"
I'll hit the open sees, hopefully, you'll feel the need to witness this
I just want to touch the world, simply as a lyricist
Be fearless, I feel I gain strength when the mic's in my grasp
Scream "Free at last" from this invisible mountain top
In you language, teach me my lyrics so I can say them correct
Through words I've learned, that people only wished to connect
Communicate my visions, intertwine them with yours
And now we've written songs together, in our actions is our palms
When we meet, I greet you with peace
It's reciprocated with smiles, and now I've seen an old friend
It's great to see you too, how is your wife?
No, how are the Children?
My man I swear I got all day....
[Of The Meaning Of Progress]