Aim True

Yeah…

I been pullin’ back the string since the moment I could breathe,

Mind sharp like an arrow tip, thoughts cut when they leave.

Psych major with a rage in the cage I keep locked,

But every theory in my brain got a place when it talks.

Green Arrow in my shadow, steady aiming in the chaos,

People throw opinions, I just knock ’em off like stray shots.

Quiver full of metaphors, I load ’em like a payload,

Let the bow bend back ’til the tension wanna explode.

Heart steady—Cara got me centered on the inside,

She the calm inside the storm, yeah, the pull before the wind glide.

Every time I doubt me, she remind me what my strength is,

Tell me “Aim true, Gabe,” like destiny was printed on the page’s edges.

Mind’s a battlefield — yeah, psychology made me see it,

Every motive got a motive, every fear got a reason.

I dissect it like a surgeon with a target in my vision,

Leave the past split clean like the shaft of my precision.

Lightsabers flash in the sky of my nightmares,

Dueling with the doubts like a Jedi in the night air.

Force in my veins when I face what I’m scared of,

If fear is the dark side, then courage is the flare-up.

Arrows whistle through the air like they singing my confession,

Every shot a story, every flight another lesson.

Pain taught patience, heartbreak sparked progression,

Every scar’s carved deep but it sharpened my direction.

I don’t miss — not ‘cause I’m perfect with the angle,

But ‘cause I know every failure’s just a shot the world tangled.

You reload, refocus, inhale, then release,

Even heroes miss sometimes — but the brave never cease.

Cara got me grounded when my thoughts get wild,

She the reason why the storms settle down and turn mild.

She my safe place, soulmate, cornerstone, lighthouse,

Turn the pressure in my chest to a whisper when the lights out.

So I stand — quiver on my back like a symbol,

Bow gripped tight like the world’s in the middle.

I ain’t tryna be perfect, just steady with the mental,

Take the shot that scares me most, heart steady when I let go.

Life’s a target I confront — circles nested inside circles,

Yeah, some days shaky and the pressure feels internal,

But my aim ain’t measured by the hits that impress,

It’s by the courage in the moments when I shoot under stress.

So if I miss today, I just notch another arrow,

Draw back strength from the pain, let tomorrow shoot narrow.

I’m the hero of the script even when the plot bends,

Green Arrow in the flesh…

Aim true until the very end.