On My Grind

It’s been a little while, but I’m back again.

Folks askin’ me, like what’s happenin’,

Just tryna find a way to cash this in,

Man I, I,

 

I been on my grind,

Tryin’ to define the windin’ road inside my mind,

I been on my grind,

Like you don’t see the time I’m spendin’ tryna make this mine.

I been on my grind.

 

Thirty thousand feet in the sky,

Shimmerin’ rivers of gold miles below as cotton balls roll by my window.

I’ve been so absorbed in this.

Up since five in the mornin’, transformed by the trip.

Just warmin’ up yet.

Didn’t know I could grow with this artform, I got plateaus to hit.

Slow it down for a moment now,

Lookin’ ‘round, see the folks in the crowd,

So many hopes in their eyes,

So many broken inside,

How I’m supposed to know I’ll survive.

Just another dreamer like them.

I scheme and I plan, but do I mean it man, any more than them?

Just some thoughts jotted down with the same old pen.

 

 

 

Only way I make it’s if I never give up,

But can I ever live up,

Man I fall all the time, why do I have to get up?

Couldn’t I just turn to a 9-5?

Playin’ X-Box Live instead of wastin’ time on my grind?

Nobody but my wife sees all of my lines,

All of my hustle and all of my mind,

And all of my struggle, and all of my pride.

Friends talkin’ about days off, I dream of a couple minutes.

But I can’t complain about the way’s cost, the truth is I love every second.

Most people have to give up what they want,

I’m lucky enough to keep this dream up,

Every night thankin’ the stars above

That I get to chase what I love.