Not really hidden behind the rhythms
And the flowers I be growing
And the stages that I'm on
And the house I call a home
With a wife and son in it
Dog and cat living
Sun shining in through the house
Fridge full of food
I'm living pretty fair as my PaPa would say
But at the same time
Ya brotha is raggedy
Thems the facts folks
And all the stories and posts will never cover that
I put this pen to use to address that
I know I'm flawed when I talk to y'all
And to myself but even then
I still have that soul wealth
Life spinning change happening
I never asked for much but to keep living in the funk and have a lil money
God heard me and gave me so much more than that
But at times the way I handle it is incorrect
Learning the hard way
That's when I overstep
And end up making opportunities to apologize
Repeatedly but this is me
And while I love me some parts of me are plain ugly
Ain't no sense in even fronting even though I want to sometimes
Shades on and recline and relax my mind
But in the end I'm still gon' have to come to grips
I know I slip and I am what I am
Still growing
Demons still chasing me late into the night
But I hit em with the flash light, neon light, red light
All my life I had to fight
Fightin' for my spirit and my mind