[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]