Thank you

This one’s for god.

I know you the only cause, the reason why I’m -able to breath and work on my heart,

I know that it’s all my fault,

But,

I gotta get back to when I was in my prime condition,

No opposition, no competition,-no pot to piss in,

I hope you don’t take it personal when I get dismissive,

(I know I’m fucking around and-)

I know I’m trippin’,

I know I’m distant,

I know I’m creating problems, and that hurting your feelings,

I don’t mean harm,

So please be calm,

I’m not a menace,

Work on your self awareness,-that’s what you telling me?

I’m focused, I got through it without a hiccup,

Im bullshitting,

Knowing there’s a mic I could pick up,

I’m tryna win,

But my confidence not letting me in,

I swear it’s been a long time, since ive walked in the wind.

I see it differently-nowadays,

My truth is that im always saying that crime pays,

When it comes to the start of it, I didn’t think I could face it,

I know it sounds basic,

But I got a problem with all the people that say I’m fading,

Away,

I never needed any applause, I know I’m hated.

Or maybe I’m still loved?

The presence I feel above,

I know he’s seeing my struggles-and sending nothing but love,

Showing nothing but chances, to develope my craft,

Because he knows about how I like to turn my pain into paths

I’m turning pain into power, I’m focusing on my craft,

Guess it’s never too late