P.T.S.D.

Actions taken precedence
Over my thoughts
It’s all about the journey not the money spent
When a purpose is sought
Raising both hands
Still trying to be the man I was meant to be
Tell me where I stand
All these narrow roads
Lead to solitary
Could you bear my soul
Let me tell my story
When you’re forced to grow
Adult hood is scary
Will you ever know
If you’re ever ready
Imma take my time
Just wanna take my time
Love you in slow motion