This work is exhausting
Fifteen hour days on six hours of sleep six days a week, but I’m still going
I’m still showing this city all I’ve got
I’m not done here
I love the vibe, the life, the sheer art that navigating and bus hopping and sky watching and people stalking and talking and walking, walking, walking…
Inspiration wraps its hands around my ankles, tripping me
I’m sipping in the skyline sunrise
Sighing while finding the secret city corners
Strangers meet me with bright eyes and big stories
I’m warring with poverty here
Drug scenes and ripped jeans raking my throat with screams
The crime geniuses in DC are at it again
But I feel sent
I’m bent on serving for all my worth, with all my courage
I’m braving these city streets
Don’t expect to meet me and defeat me
With God in my fist, I can’t be beat