[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/