See, in my thoughts I am reminiscing within my intuition
about the day I came to know who I was.
It had to be the day push turned into shove when I shoved failure
Out of my mind and realized that I must be missing the reason
I need to succeed.
See, I’m thinking I am silly,
‘cause I could’ve sworn that my success was about me.
But it couldn’t be because my roots won’t allow me to be selfish.
So regardless of how I may feel I must be selfless.
Or so …. my cerebral cortex tells me.
But my temporal lobe is overtaking my rationale cause see I feel like
I can become a singer or a poet and an artist on the side,
Rather than sit next to my mama in church and
Believe that what I want to do is a part of Lucifer’s lies.
Right now in my mind there is a fight about what I want
And what I need.
See, I keep thinking I am silly.
My thoughts mesh with my feelings, Or
Rather my heart meshes with my mind.
And success happens to be the topic of discussion
I’m not rushing, but I aint believing that I gotta sacrifice myself
Just to be achieving.. my or our goals.
‘Cause see? If I happen to succeed then my family
Happens to believe that regardless of how hard they say the concrete is
It softens up just for my feet
Believe me when I say that my bitter.....
Never tasted so sweet