52 Weeks

My mind goes blank through my life's pages

Breathing my creativity into the likes of stages

My heart rages through the turbulence this world is under

We speak about status, race, and appropriation

You lock yourself into this mental constipation

Most have learned to be full shit but even if I'm weird as fuck, I'm still too legit to quit.

The arrival of pain leads to the discovery of dreams

dreams that are guided by relentless fury

Fury that drives the soul through the story

Glory is what I want not the fame

I want people to know that I bled for my destiny

so everyone could know my mother's last name.

As a fatherless child my birth certificate told me

That to the skies above I ask for his hands to bless me

Homeless I was for 52 weeks until I woke up and told myself these demons can’t defeat me.

I looked at my hands and told them to work

I looked at my eyes and I told them not to hurt.

I looked at my skin and said you know your worth.

So I tied my shoes and button up my shirt

And screamed woorrld…I’m about to blow up

Courage is what we have in our hearts

But fear steers you in the direction of your faults.