Sarah Landing

I might make My way Back home soon Ohhh This place Has left me thoughtless Remember I was at my mama's place Hogging all the office space I would write the day away Track til I had no space Reminisce old times Never even had a dime Record over YouTube beats Music on my Sleeve Ain't No Sunshine Those were the first rhymes Never did I think I was gonna make this my life Notebook of poetry Why not put it to a beat Writing wit the homies Turn players to a team K-double-S, M.O.M.S. Keep it on my vest Even if we separate Up the highway My way on the byways Tortured soul in my face Wondered if this my place Met a couple homies rappin Freestyle in the office action Audacity, f*ck authority Torrent what we need Shit, we was broke teens (Yeah, we was broke teens) Gettin what we feign Feelin like we mean Pull up to the scene Realizing we ain't nothing Wasnt stunting Just some dreamers aged 13 Only 13 As I rise Awake I am at home I know This place Made me my own Moved my way from where I was in PG bruh Thought I made mistakes parents were not about the cause Met a couple instrumentalists That became my best friends Moving way paved the way for me to see my vision Started making beats Niggas said I'm weak Mixtapes trashed, popped, cracked, and snapped Pride crispy snack I ain't think I make it back But f*ck it here I am Never hold me back I had lost track Of my true vision Would take a life sentence If I ever end up missing And can't find my way back home I might make My way Back home soon Ohhh This place Has left me thoughtless As I rise Awake I am at home I know This place Made me my own