Intro

If we force it, we will lose it Give it some time now, all things work for the good yeah The only reason I’m still doing this is because of my wazazi (Parents) Life ain’t all pretty like them little flowers call daisy’s People look at me and think I got It all figured out They must be out they mind cause all I ever see is the exit sign I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired from your diagnosis Locked up in a cell trying to split like mitosis I’m sick and tired of all your expectations I’ve been living a lie just to meet your validation Fear of disappointments I can never be my true self-emancipation Proclamation, you’re not God or Picasso So stop painting an image of me covering up all my imperfections Named after a legend, respect in his mention, tbh I’ll never live up to his culminations I’m sorry in advance if I ever disappoint you But hold up this is my life it’s not even about you All I wanna do is be me and be free Someday even get a tattoo without you attacking me I’m only human, and that’s my truth Voices in my head but all I hear is Jesus saying I got you