THE PATTERNS

The pen functions like a form I gotta feel it out When words weather like a storm I worry bout a drought My brother told me to keep calm And let the ceiling see your palms Until you're open to it all That's how I'm killing doubt Pre-meditated To hell with Satan Through giving graces Work ain't fulfilling Like supervisors I live to makeshift A new perspective What if the lesson Lives in the tension I'm miles away from where morale is Like a new dimension They worried 'bout a check I'm checking how to build a pension They worried 'bout the bars I worry call don't mean reception Can't worry about the world It all will fall, that shit's depressing When darkness pushing my buttons That's how I know to press in! How else I make enough to build a home in a recession How else you stand firm in your faith when everybody questions My daughter's following my actions, that's the loudest message If this is my shot, I'm going off, and can't afford suppression Wealth ain't a Porche or Lexus It's access to growth and blessings This passion; it grows and crashes In waves like I'm Percy Jackson Talking with Timmy bout acceptance Why it's hard to fathom What if my explosions clue me into where I'm splitting atoms When Jesus took the lashes for me Eye for eye, I'm swinging, batting Clawing, grasping for control like I'm a frickin addict Sometimes the season's gotta be hard For it to soften your heart I put in all the art so we peep THE PATTERNS Sometimes the season's gotta be hard For it to soften your heart I put in all the art so we peep the patterns When I am relaxed and rested, It is easier to let things go I am more flexible and less reactive I don't need to push back But I have the ability to observe calmly And attempt to see the pattern Rather than the problem