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...

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