You asked me to write myself a poem and to free my mind.
How do I explain that I chase freedom of another kind?
Wings clipped; always think of people that I’ve left behind…
Happiness hidden – what if it’s something I can never find?
What if it evades me?
Born a dream chaser but I’m lazy.
Envisioned a better day and now it’s getting hazy.
What used to be my future’s looking more like it’s a maybe,
‘Cause it gets hard to focus and nobody’s here to make me.
Grow up!
You not a kid no more, you gotta show up!
Talked all that shit ’bout how one day you’re gonna glow up.
You spent your teen years wishing that you were a grown up,
now the bills come knocking and nobody wants to show up.
Tell me why you call yourself a man.
‘Cause you’re living with your girl?
About to lose your job; you never got a plan.
‘Cause you’re 23 years old?
And still don’t own a car or land.
‘Cause your degree?
When there’s still countless things that you don’t understand.
Look at your peers – reaping what they planted in their past years.
Paul you don’t grind; you the type that only runs from your fears.
Locked in the house where no one can see your failures or your tears.
Your silent cries for help are futile because no one ever hears.
