Fortunate

Going through growing pains it is killing me softly My actions had a chain of consequences that have cost me a lot That's left me in a state of bliss Cause growth is a part of the process I ain't calling it quits Walking down the block got boom bap sound to create rhythm Rocking my pro club, white Cortez's and jeans denim Proven messiah in the making we got to commend him Talks of being cut from a different cloth I can defend em Cue the beat and spill my verse dying of thirst Accumulating my train of thought then I let it disperse At first mentality cursed, dead faces filling my conscience Haunting and vivid dreams lucidity coming from nonsense Trying to fertilize my money tree so my team can enjoy the shade Fortunate of my path but my structures in need of aid My amygdala like a pendulum it always sways Clarity gets me back in the clouds because it always fades A young seed making his own path to bloom and to grow Making its way around patches continuously arose Repentance knocking on my door when all my sins impose Determination a steppingstone when reading what I've composed What I've composed, my flows the way that I rap shows However, the wind wants to blow I explode and implode, however I don't know Me, wow, what a way I've opened up, I stare and grin As long as I keep writing I know I will always win A piece of me keeps calling me, bothering me Often forgotten anomaly offering ominous clues of parts of me that I'd rather not keep in touch with Imagine me fully enraged With a mind that's so sick A beast that is tamed and hungry that no one can f*ck with It's so slick, the way words roll of my tongue when I spit When I get, the opportunity causes I'm an opportunist I'm a showcase parts of my life that I don't, and I do miss I always stay saying water under the bridge to start But my rivers been overflowing and affects my heart I've been drowning trying to swim but I guess this is what closures for I've confessed my mistakes knowing I'm a have to make more A young seed making his own path to bloom and to grow Making its way around patches continuously arose Repentance knocking on my door when all my sins impose Determination a Steppingstone when reading what I've composed