I’m always sayin’ I won’t change but

I ain’t the same

everything is different,

and it’s for the best. Movin’ up and down

through the city, makin’ moves

fuse defused

walkin’ in my shoes.

Heavy isn’t it?

Can’t pick up the phone

it’s to heavy, wait until quarter till

and drop the call.

Not even a hint of regret

it’s the cold that gives me pause,

and the hint of your paws

that drops my jaw.

But is it enough-

I can’t complain,

don’t know what you’re missin’

shame on you-

another ones trash

is another ones treasure,

momma said that once

and I keep hittin’ that thrift store

shop till ya drop

and I’ll give

when I wasn’t asked-

that’s on me

I don’t need to lie no more

Nowadays all I do is shine, take a breathe and ease my mind.

It’s funny to look back-

been living there for a while,

the road was stunted, never had a way out.

Could have said no, and I never would have ended up here.

Normal life, normal job, normal wife

nothing wrong with that-

just a laugh thinking what it was and

who I was, and I’m far from normal.

The desert groomed me, treated me

left bruises- hidden deep and deeper

ocean wishes it was this deep

and this is wild

wonder who is wearing those old shoes-

those idle barring fools.

A time I would be envious

was a jeep driving Seven

and now- I’m chasing your dreams.

The one on the painted glass-

but it was your sight

that give me my foresight

It ain’t 2009 no more

Yeah, I know what’s behind that door

Feel like I do this in my sleep

Literally, I do this in my sleep

Chef is still at the palace,

home cookin’

she is awaitin’ her meal,

sweet savory

just a princess,

a princess and she’s becoming a Queen today,

fresh livin’.

They’ll write about who she was

and tell stories of who she is

and I’ll let you know how close they are.

sticking it out-

at the end of the day it’s not your day.

Chasing a speeding bullet,

it’ll only catch light before the bullseye.

He’ll see it to late, regret the steps

and the admiration,

before the day becomes second to his stained carpet.

Chances, dime a dozen

and you’re a ten

Picturing my visions as you look inside my cornea,

it’s my sight of it all

something oh so grand

to be so strong, you’re an angel

you’re my euphoria,

when your lips

locked onto mine

I was yours.

and when you’re mine

I won’t let you go.

I got a bone to pick like roses

I ain’t feelin’ broken no more-

I haven’t stopped, you’re playing twenty-five eight

self-torture, self-care is on the list- though.

and I’d put some money on forever

still swimming like an ocean

no second hand- beating yourself up

this is something serious.

and I know it’s up to me

ball in my court, keeping score

crossing lanes new and new

and you’ll play from time to time.

and the walls keep gettin’ wider, I just hope I never find ’em

no, no and these are my wings

a second to adjust and take off

and I’ll shoot.

Said, you just don’t know how beautiful you are

and baby that’s my favorite part

walkin’ in a petal dance

of tulips carefree and effortlessly

and I’ll watch every step

you’re an angle to my eyes

you walk around so clueless to it all

like nobody gonna break your heart

and I won’t baby girl

it’s all mine and my precious sweetheart

and I’ll take my time

my love won’t go

and it’ll be alright babe, see, me, I got you covered

I’m gon’ be your lover, you might be the one

and I’d give anything to keep

how priceless that is

step by step and dancing slow

and worth every penny

if it’s only tonight, ayy, we don’t need to worry

we ain’t in a hurry, rushin’ into love.

Baby you could wear my hat

if you got something to match-

the door was never open, or was it just a crack

and a seep of wind and breeze catches scent

and it’s amazing

hold the door open I’m gonna live here

the dreamy life of a loved one

and the life I want.

people worship these idols,

’til they come in contact with Gods-

singin’ along, never spent a day out

places always been sold out

never took the day off

only here to make my mom proud

and now, it’s a takeoff

sail around the world no Statefarm

and I’ll be here,

not backing down-

sail the world no feature

director smoking weed

no deleted scenes

please come home

live under the family tree

I’ll be there when all is said and done

buried like the rest

it’s not my time.