June 18th

I grew up
A screw up
With no promising future
Hella gullible
Fell victim to every rumour
Bad set of teeth for half a decade
Five years of being a loser
With a good sense of humour
Then I turned to my note pad
Started writing stories and poems
I’d keep to my own
Created verses up on my phone
And found a profound
Love for computers
Started studying artists
Researching and learning about producers
Tryna make it far within this music
I’ve been riding solo like a scootr (Skrrr)
I’m more driven than a cab or uber
As I manag to maneuver and
Aim to magnify
The impact of my music
I question and contemplate
If this destiny, luck, karma or fate
And if i’m set out to be average
Mediocre or great
Been grinding since 8th grade
Three years later
Uncertainty is settling in
I’m getting afraid
Patiently waiting on my big break
Did I make the right decision
By choosing to express?
Conveying the things I feel
Without having to explain
It’s been harder to embrace and
Rather easy to try and contain
Then maybe replace
So if I don’t make it
I’m not seen as a disgrace
Whilst pursuing a degree as
To try put food on plates but
I ain’t got a choice
These wave files keep me awake
These mp3
Are keeping me from passing away
Hopefully one day
I’ll recite this story in the morning
With sway
My mind drifts and splits
As I think about
Where I’d be at
If I made it sooner and if this
Journey was smoother
Nothing good comes easy
My heart on my sleeves, literally
Like walls
Dressed in graffiti
The biggest fight I fought was
For four months times twelve
When I hid away and
Was somebody who wasn’t me
Locked away tryna become free but
I’ll tell you about it gradually as
We take a trip down memory lane and
Reminisce
About the things
I’ve been through and
My life right now
From back when I was just a jit
(Outro)
June 18th