Picking up the pen
It’s been too long since i’ve last picked up the pen
I’ve been too busy rewriting my reality,
Tryna’ ‘Right' out my sins
Guess you can say… I’ve changed.
Rearranged… a few things and came back better
Confidence on my sleeve,
Finally my favorite sweater.
Better weather, when i’m with you
But i'm ok when we’re apart
It gives me time to grind,
&& put meaning to this fresh start
I've learned a lot… grown even
I know now how to move even through the toughest of seasons
Seasoned enough to know better
& humble enough to do better
My lines now carry character,
With a bit of sentimental value behind every letter.
I learned only the best things happen in time
So i’m slowin’ down the pace to enjoy what's mine
& to this, that, those, and them
I learned that all things rushed will quickly come to an end
Better to wait it out, than to be a pump fake and pretend
Like I don't already carry all the necessary tools for success within
So just like that, i'm getting back to the pen
Cause this is just the start
to where by story begins.