[Verse.1]
Intro/ spection/ wonder whether purpose holds/
(no...) my summer in the undertow
Some would show it/ some fold/ others stand tall
I make art/ love one/ others rant on
But they can't quell/ the feel of fire in me
No need for repression/ its just the writer in me
How can I show all/ and let the truth unroll
Im tryna find the meanin/ tryna balance on my soles/ so
Give me guidance/ give me strength/ complement my consciousness/
Need to know where my road go/ no conscience threats
Keep me clear/ calm/ and on the balanced path
And ill listen/ cause I need to know some answers -
What is purpose or hurt when I write in third person?
What is reason through seasons/ I write some of my worst verses
Tryna define this/ why try till I find it?
I can't neglect/ of what im constantly reminded
[Hook]
(vietnam speaks) I like that deep music/
Put it on repeat/ just so I can sleep music/
I like that calm music/ balm for your mind music/
And right wrongs in the song with the psalms music
[Verse.2]
This is for the days I missed/ and sittin reminiscin
Stress persistent/ while im makin new decisions
Whether wrong or right/ this is the life that we livin
I made a choice/ stand up for what you spittin
Hopin that this content will compliment the conscience/
(i operate on spirit)/ and not the concept
Flip these abstractions had to face the reality/
Now im ready with the motive and the faculty
If life is what you make it/ life is hard its hard to face it/
I got respect for them people tryna make it
But most of the time they implement the system to ensure that we
Will never make it through or even find a way to cure disease/
Im slowly slippin from this world with the pain it brings/
Whats worse is that we dont know/ be ashamed to think/
But this is where we stay/ so be aware of what this drama holds
Keep calm, carry on, and watch where karma go/