The feeling comes back when you least expect it.
Consider it peace if you don’t disrespect this.
Something apart of the process that’s got me seeing some progress.
Pulling my demons closer, God reminding me you’ve got to stop this.
I bask in my youth.
Who would I really even be without this Bitch Ass attitude?
Apparently what I say doesn’t fit your point of view.
Look at you, acting all brand new.
So we wait for change.
Every day, we stay the same.
Maybe we ain’t really nothing more but a brand name.
Love art so much you start to become it.
A Mona Lisa in my eyes, bring truth in the shooting star..
Reminding you it’s just a comet.
And this is just a project.