Projections of the Heart (Intro)

I remember what it was like growing up gifted
I'm talking the type of gifts that you won't find on any wishlist
This a message in a bottle
I pray that you get it

Don't get it twisted I used to think I was a side piece
Until I was reminded that I'm the entree side beverage and a biscuit

Be CONFIDENT

Although much like trees weathering windstorms
Confidence is a characteristic that's easily shaken

When forced to utilize your god given senses to fall victim to shit
That you didn't want to witness

When you should be utilizing your god given senses
To bring mind body and soul to a consensus

What does that look like
Life is an endless saga of what if's

What if I stayed consistent
What if they stayed alive
What if I stayed by his side would he have never died

If I let someone be harmed and I don't have an alibi did I commit the crime
If time is an illusion how the hell can I commit to time
It's Hard out here

Trying to learn and understand concepts whilst being taught
That they were never meant to be understood to begin with

GOD

Greatness over demise
Greats only Die
Great omnipotent divide

GOD

Greatness over demise
Greats only Die
Great omnipotent divide

Somebody help me grasp it
Like an animated squid catching jellyfish
I'm trying utilize my safety nets to detain all my bad habits

An undying desire to live out my dreams vicariously through my spirit
When my body sleeps that's a bad habit
It'll take mastery of metaphysics just for me to catch it tragic

My own creativity going over heads projecting my spirit
Just look at the overhead
Pay attention you might learn something

Project your voice not your insecurities
Project your peace not your insecurities
Project your spirit not your insecurities
Project your love not your insecurities

I know you hate it here
You've been projecting it
Your heart only broke because you decided that it wasn't worth protecting it
It wasn't always like that

We come into this world innocent and within 24 hours
This world has us questioning the existence of purity
Within your first few years it'll leave you wondering
If there's ever a good reason to fight back
All because we are tired of fighting
Tired of fighting back tears
Tired of fighting for love
Tired of fighting back to our highs each time we reach a low
Tired of fighting our demons
Because even when they've been defeated they'll still go toe to toe
We try to fight with honor
But the devil specializes in the lowest of blows
And we all been bruised

Tell me what happened to you