internal monologue pt.1

Yeah

I'd reminisce and it feels kinda strange
Like how'd a nigga go through so much change
I used to think about becoming a soccer player-
Pushing heavy wages.
I find it crazy.
All i do is leave my thoughts all on these blank pages.

I sit alone and let this record play
Ain't nothing better than the melodies
And lyrics that i resonate.
My pen and paper's where i serenate.
I pray i never go astray
As i'm just tryna get my paper straight.

I guess i'm late bloomer
Been hella patient in this game
I had to tell the bitches, money come sooner.
I disappeared for a minute
They thought the kid was a rumour.
Had to manoeuvre.
Shit changes.
Saw the friends getting fewer.

But shit...

I know the passion gon' forever last
Dreamin of pushing A-class whips
i'm smiling as i hit the gass.
I know i won't resort to skipping class.
They're blowing trees.
Like it's the only thing that they're willing to pass.

*phone rings*

Remember always to be kind.
You lose nothing by being kind.
May you listen to your heart... and take calculated risks.
Always.