24…

Chillax;
Don’t worry,
You ain’t gotta,
Be inna hurry.
Chillax;
Don’t scurry,
You’ll make those,
Dreams;
Come true, surely.
Chillax;
Don’t worry,
You ain’t gotta,
Be inna hurry.
Chillax;
Don’t worry,
You’re only 24,
Gotta calm down,
That fury;
You’ve got all the time,
In the world,
So what’s the sense in,
Always being inna hurry?

Life just ain’t the way that,
I thought it’d be at twenty-four.
Thought I’d have a lot of money,
But now I’m just broken, beaten;
Constantly tired & sore.
Even taking a breath of fresh air,
Feels like a mundane chore.
For years I’ve kept my,
Wildest dreams on snore,
Hoping they’d flourish within,
But they only corrode the core,
Leaving me;
Craving much much more.
Fuck;
Where’s my galore?
Is the path I’m on,
Just a detour?
Cause’ I’m tryna’,
Take the exit, completely;
Disconnect like Brexit.
I’ve got talent but,
I won’t flex it.
Indulging one’s ego,
Is what wrecks it,
And I ain’t tryin’,
To be Ralph.
I only want impeccable,
Words to fly out my mouth.
All that negative talk,
Drives me further south,
And the idea of that,
Has got me buggin’ out,
Like the Tribe.
Lately I’ve been learning,
That all mankind,
Feeds off energy & vibes,
Electrical currents,
That keep our beating hearts alive,
Pumping; Thumping to thrive,
It’s the essence of life to survive.
I make my living off,
Letting y’all inside my complex mind,
It’s my darkest days that help y’all feel fine.
Honestly maybe this is all just one big sign,
Signature awaiting the dotted line.
Maybe this passage of truth will help me find,
The glory I’ve been searching for,
What’s felt like a lifetime.
Perhaps I must realize that this life,
Is neither yours or mine,
But ours;
Deep down we all share powers,
To make use of useless hours,
To make heroes out of cowards,
To produce beautiful flowers,
Because; Progress is growth,
And;
I pledge to always stand strong,
That is my promise, that is my oath.

Keep your head up child,
Things get better..
Even when things get wild,
It’s you;
Who controls the weather.
We’re all in this together,
We’re all in this together,
There’s still time,
For things to get better.
There’s still time..
24 ain’t shit;
Everything will be fine.



Keep your head up child,
Things get better..
Even when things get wild,
It’s you;
Who controls the weather.
We’re all in this together,
We’re all in this together,
There’s still time,
For things to get better.
There’s still time..
24 ain’t shit;
Everything will be fine.

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