THE BREAKTHROUGH

Now I’m back from the black, with the cracks in my past turned to maps

That’ll track where I lacked, now I’m stackin’ it back, never slack,

I’m attackin’ the fact that the sadness I had was a trap

But I snapped, now I’m graspin’ the craft, turnin’ ashes to gas for the rap.

I was lost in the pit, but I quit bein’ bit by the grip

Of the scripts that insisted I sit in the midst of the misery’s twist,

Now I flip every hit, every slip, every rip in my spirit to lift

What I missed, now I’m gifted with grit, and I’m shiftin’ the drift of my ship.

I been scarred, I been shaken, I been breakin’, awakenin’,

Every ache that I’m facin’ is shapin’ the greatness I’m makin’,

I’m racin’ the pain with a flame that’s been waitin’,

Now the chains that were weighin’ me down are the weights I’m trainin’.

I got hope in my chest, and it presses, it stretches, it blesses,

Every lesson I wrestled with, stressin’, depressin’—

Now I’m steppin’, progressin’, confessin’ the mess was a weapon,

And the seconds I questioned my essence were tests that I’m finally bestin’.

So I rise from the wreck, with the light in my neck,

With the fight in my breath, with the life I protect,

And I step with the depth of a soul resurrected,

Yeah I fell, but I yelled, and I climbed, and I left it.

Now I walk with the fire, the higher desire,

The choir inside me is wired to rise through the tired,

And I won’t let the dark pull me back to the prior,

I’m the storm, I’m the spark, I’m the whole damn fighter