Hook

I sit alone in my room w/ my lady overseas

I would roam, but dear a brotha to breathe

Cause the Ronas in aroma / We under siege

At least that’s what they say, but still a brotha’s at ease, cause look

Ya boy aint built for fear

Some done wilted here

But aint no guilt to heal

And so I rise...

At times the burns are clear

Gotta relearn to care

Still I yearn the air

And so I...

Verse 1

See, I could take it back

Sitting on the laps

Way before the Lacs / Or the Benz

In the big ole van

Cruising ‘cross the map

I relaxed in my momma’s hands

Cause I know she can / Heal the world in her arms 

Her calm was my strong, but

That was then / This is now, got some gray hairs

Simple joys of a child / I aint stay there

And I don’t even care / Kids are stupid

Playing kinda sorta cause I’m knowing that the truth is 

That the youth is got perks and privileges

But Earth done give the kid

A purpose and perspective what this reall y is

A day type grind

Incite some inds

I like to climb

So I fight for mine

The plight gets tiring

So I might recline

I write sometimes

Gotta get right in the mind

There’s some things I wanna see

If not, gotta still find peace

That’s on me...

Verse 2

I used to be less scared of death than the stress from my next step

Now they’re kinda even

So I’m cool w/ breathing

I aint cool w/ heathens

If your pressure is oppressing me and mine than I less than kindly decline

Good ole boys like to stereotype

Fighting not to obituary your life

Then bury your wife

My arial sights keep peripheral in digital

Plus a rearview / History is critical

E-R / See scars plus wounds

Aint hiding em from ya’ll

My mirror aint appalled

It’s clear I’m on a call and mission for the fall edition of a brand called REAL

Ya’ll still wear the art of wishing

Put BIG on the front of my name

I’m talking bout the range it aint never been a size thang

Room to grow w/ the FAM in tow

Headed to a place everybody won’t go