I was born as the product of a lion and a princess/
I promised mama when I die I'll leave an imprint/
gifted by my pops who was not quite a pastor/

but whenever asked, he said 'God lights the answer'/
but dark finds you faster/
hard trying to master the science of life, when you ain't applying it right/

so with art I'm trying to capture depths, I write essences/
locked in my bars when I'm speaking life sentences/
and the letters are never to keep/

the release is the sheets of poetry we've coded over beats/
and my pad is the Rorschach, pictures in the ink/
and how you see it is depending on the different ways you think/

I know the system's on the brink when your freedom is speech is paid for, radio says that you need a receipt/
change course where I'm leaving my feet/
I break north with great force, a blazed torch leading my fleet/

step up from a follower, tomorrow is here/
tales of survival, we bottle and swallow the fear/
harrow to hear the words of a younger tongue/

saying where he's coming from is the same place that he was running from/
the remains of old caught in the session/
I'm reborn, parting with post-partum depression/

I leave norms, starting my growth, farther I'm stepping/
in each storm, harness the lesson, causing progression/
it's like we're self taught,

so I speak what I know/ trying to reach what they keep on the low/
it's deep/
so if I reap what I sow then the fruits of my labor should grow/

so until the harvest, I'm just taking it slow