Myself (true)

[Intro] (T-t-trying to, t-t-t-t-trying to elevate

T-t trying to ,trying to, tryna find the words....unlocking every door

Trying to mend the cracks within my core,

Trying to elevate, reach for something more.

Trying to grip the edge when darkness starts to pour,

Trying to find the words that unlock every door.

Yeah, sometimes the wit's sharp, a tongue like a blade,

Other times the focus, completely mislaid.

But if I'm always learning, each stumble a climb,

I truly don't give a damn if your understanding's behind.

Too many small anchors, tethered to my stride,

Their tiny hands depend on where my feet abide.

So, I'm a fortress built on bedrock, weathering the gales,

Like a stone monument, like Cornell's haunting wails.

Bitch, the truth is etched, plain for all to view,

I might as well be sunlight, infusin' warmth in you.

Wired for humble strength, wisdom's keenest edge,

A beacon of what's right, turning a moral page.

So keep your envy, your whispers in the breeze,

The simple fact I breathe should bring your mind at ease.

'Cause my own compass spins true, knows my deepest self,

A showman's grace, a gentleman on truth's high shelf,

Releasing a quiet solace, a balm upon the air,

Spreading from soul to soul, a silent, shared repair.[Intro] (T-t-trying to, t-t-t-t-trying to elevate

T-t trying to ,trying to, tryna find the words....unlocking every door

Trying to mend the cracks within my core,

Trying to elevate, reach for something more.

Trying to grip the edge when darkness starts to pour,

Trying to find the words that unlock every door.

Yeah, sometimes the wit's sharp, a tongue like a blade,

Other times the focus, completely mislaid.

But if I'm always learning, each stumble a climb,

I truly don't give a damn if your understanding's behind.

Too many small anchors, tethered to my stride,

Their tiny hands depend on where my feet abide.

So, I'm a fortress built on bedrock, weathering the gales,

Like a stone monument, like Cornell's haunting wails.

Bitch, the truth is etched, plain for all to view,

I might as well be sunlight, infusin' warmth in you.

Wired for humble strength, wisdom's keenest edge,

A beacon of what's right, turning a moral page.

So keep your envy, your whispers in the breeze, ,,x,

The simple fact I breathe should bring your mind at ease.

'Cause my own compass spins true, knows my deepest self,

A showman's grace, a gentleman on truth's high shelf,

Releasing a quiet solace, a balm upon the air,

Spreading from soul to soul, a silent, shared repair.

(T-t-trying to, t-t-t-t-trying to elevate

T-t trying to ,trying to, tryna find the words....unlocking every door

Trying to mend the cracks within my core,

Trying to elevate, reach for something more.

Trying to grip the edge when darkness starts to pour,

Trying to find the words that unlock every door)

Yeah, sometimes the wit's sharp, a tongue like a blade,

As i get old hopefully that remains Through tangled vines of doubt, I carve a steady track,

No borrowed light I need, my own fire won't turn back.

The weight of expectation, a pressure I embrace,

Turning brittle judgment into resilient grace.

So let the shallow waters churn with fleeting foam,

My roots run deep and true, this spirit finds its home.

I speak with open hands, though calloused from the fight,

Offering not perfection, but an honest, inner light.

Outro:

Yeah... that quiet solace lingers, a hum beneath the skin