When I step out into the world
my shoes kick up suburban dust and it glimmers in the sun.

And the dust is impressed,
it looks glad to have touched my feet.

My face is steely against adversity
It holds back your memory and loneliness.

I strike my vibe down into the place where I stand

I weave a quiet legacy through streets on the bike
I am confined to for now, but it's freeing
Because I am making battle plans.

The ghost of my past follows me around
And the glimmer of my potential sleeps in me,
pieces of it in those who know and love me.

The tension is real, and the girl loves me.
She knows I am not lost forever--
Far from it.