The hardest battles are the ones you never take
It's hard to be authentic when you're surrounded by fake
Individuals who just want to eat and take off your plate
I'm driving down this road and I'm quick to stomp on the brakes
These tears are on the potent hills with the oceans I caught
And my heart is bending backwards, my stomach covered in knots
I'm speaking for the people who never heard of the thought
To be great, I'm just doing what mama had always taught
I admit there's some flaws in all my plans and all my strategies
But It'll all be worth it when bread doubles capacity
Fruition comes to life when I'm making moves passively
Or when I write my poems from all my blessings and tragedies
I'm in this writing room, my pen clicking like metronomes
Using utilities all connected like mobile homes
Walk around the city, my memories really hit the dome
It's all said and done, go carve my name in stone
My sense of self comes from gratitude and meditation
They think I'm quiet cause I exit out of conversation
I'm sorry if you think I'm leaving you so far behind
I just need some time to think and gather peace of mind
Gather words to describe tears from the vine
I do my best not to act completely out of line
They ask me how I'm doing, I say I'm doing fine
I hope these words are the truth growing from the vine