Heal

These days I count my blessings By that I mean like first thing, immersing Like every single morning Matter of fact, I write em down by the dozens And I don't judge em if they're repetitive or corny Matter of fact, I write a whole lotta nada But still I gotta, I can't just let it bottle up And I don't share that shit with no one That's all different from these poems These are offerings I leave for you to gobble up Gotta love every single struggle and conflict that made me And if I don't, God himself couldn't save me Lately, I've been digging into my own childhood First memory was hiding from me, a wild one Spare you the details, that shit would derail Any 4 year old kid who could barely buckle a seatbelt But now I've learned that the mind ages memories like wine In an effort to protect us from the pain through the times Time brings suffering, and suffering is growth But the growth don't come if you're tripping in the smoke When the past has both hands gripping on your throat But you wear a fake smile while you're flippin' on the low Heal Take the time to understand why you respond with this emotion When was the first time That you can remember that you experienced This emotion Visit that time Forgive that time Forgive those who hurt you So you can stop carrying that hurt So you can be you again That child Who was told not to be Thank you for listening to The Way of The Artist Big shoutout to Julia Cameron for inspiring me And the Bassment Studios for having my back throughout the years My wife, my brother, my parents, my family, my friends Who all support me Thank you to my teachers who show me the way And above all Thank you God Waheguru