Fighting for the day That I could tell my momma that it'll be okay Hope them grey hairs resting on your head Take it's time Know it feeling out of place Providing guidance for myself with the scribbled lines With high libido, killing cats missing alkaline Our shit ain't parallel, problem child always out of line Accepted thats what yours attending right on time Dispelled the tendencies shining from when your eyes green Learned to take the high road by virtue of my high beams Finally mobile, gained another drop of visine Irrigated irritation from the wide streams Of tears flowing while in search of where the wide screen Searching for the larger portrait, Ponzi Type schemes I'm busy burning thoughts I made off treating pipe dreams As legitimate, molded my stock to type B Navigating with these keys, like you typing So inundated with these stanzas, think I might be Gordon Parks or Kim Jones, the mediums enticing A shared vision, understand I'm busy tightening What Jehovah planted, vessel more-so than a titan A servant and a student, too astute to stay indicted To all my demons, failed in deeming me the same A nigga not as frightened Had to reconfigure aim Embracing change the only way the shit could change Stress don't hardly feel the same Silver lining in the shame My aunt revealed to mama that she feel ashamed On how I figured folding language for a living, could contain Bills expansion when diplomas framed Ain't whining 'bout my flaws, appreciating as I age I'm busy trudging through the field, regarding making plays Cradle premonitions from the cradle, urgent shit is grave I need a doctor Patience been thin from feeling strained Tired and drained Michelin flat, displacement stalking after ways I kept tucked around the waist, ain't got a precious day to waste Like a half-life, oasis for my parents through the safe What I'm chasing, authored the appalling moments of my state, For a piece of mind, escaping methods now a piece of cake Its funny how I'm trying get a piece of cake Now Had to save myself to wear a cape