The Self

The difference between knowing who you are and what you are, what you are is what others perceive of you Who you are is what you perceive of yourself and know of yourself It depends on how introspective you are It depends on how in touch with your inner core you are What do you really know yourself about Or do you go along with what is expected of you In some cases, you really have to fight for it I harbor the loss in the back of my conscience, beginning to soft but striving for the distance At first glance, they labeled me a misfit Train hopping, same stories that you're stuck with, with a bag of dreams Marijuana in Arizona, finding my purpose and direction But upon glancing at my reflections, stasis froze me into cognition Debating is it heart, that I'm missing, or am I aiming for recognition Childhood troubles but bound by conviction Sometimes I fathom as far as the sand sifted Wondering where I'm at, and the time shifted But I remember, thank God, I'm living Knowing this, my mood's uplifted Take to the sky, now time for ascension Trouble always came with good practice Only one in my lane, trying to go the fastest Impulse decisions, young and reckless This is my life in the haze, don't forget it Fought through the storms with great ambition Slept on every cloud, even the stratus Getting lost on the other side of the atlas Walking along earth in opposite axis Nothing much less than a jacket and a backpack Looking kid now dreamt of going galactic One less bar, lessens his sadness Cause life doesn't go as well as you imagine Glancing down at my apparatus Come to believe and puzzle the factor Tactic, tactics, tact tactless Comes with the self just adjusted and balance It's not about where you're from, but where you're going But still trying to find a place to go in Planting my roots with each new dosage Feeling my world split like mitosis Blood rushing in like ecchymosis May seem like hocus pocus But magic alludes my focus Now I'm searching for a purpose Then logic starts to surface Writing down my magnum opus Then my mind starts to open See the lines, pass the poems Gained a throne, but had to prove Tried it all, but shit's hard to do When the whole world looks at you With no respect, no parvenu Had to lose no aptitude But willing to ascend in altitude From capital to revenue The moment I had to loose This for you, the retinue My art is my gratitude Thanks for the rectitude So continue, carrying you Nothing much less than a jacket and backpack Little kid now dreamt of gong galactic One less bar, lessens his sadness Cause life doesn't go as well as you imagine Glancing down at my apparatus Come to believe and puzzle the factor Tactic, tactics, tact tactless Comes with the self just adjust and balance Adjust and Balance