It's evident that I'm getting better with every verse
Never saw the progress or the growth at first
Until multiple people had mentioned it
You're your own worst critic of art, a perfectionist
Couldn't see your own greatness, the process development
It seems the most talent is often a pessimist
But the impact is beautiful, changing and heaven sent
There seems to be a stronger connection and resonance
So I'm gonna apply pressure, going on a quest in the hopes to find treasure
Never giving in to these people's benign gestures
Staying in my lane, never conforming to dry measures
But the fire full of throttle, and steady improving
Feeling like howl, cause my castle is constantly moving
In different directions, destination indefinite
My intuition telling me stand up and represent
And represent the morals you put in place
Never let the outside speak and bombarding you in your space
Distant voices always leak when my wits are running a race
I'm constrained to change the narrative, freedom is what I chase
And I might just ghost the world, and for generations I eat
I go run the hill for answers until it's bruising my feet
Congesting any opinions unless it's truly discreet
I won't terminate my mission until it's fully complete
Cause I'm applying pressure