I’m not used to this type of feeling
Marble on the floor
Starlights with golden flakes in the ceiling
It’s hard to explain this feeling I’m not whole
But the glass isn’t half full
I’m somewhere in the middle of that
I’m not in the projects but I’m still not middle class
I don’t know if I feel like I don’t deserve it
I don’t know if I feel like I haven’t earned it
**** it I’m here might as well enjoy the longevity
Before I know it
Boom!
It’s just a just a memory
I’ve felt like I was loosing my serenity
Now
I need to pick where I place my energy
I don’t pray like I should but I know something is guiding me
Like I got an eagle eyes view
Of me floating down on river sticks
An out of body experience
How do I master this
How can I freeze it and own it
So it never escapes
How do I recall how I felt at that time in that place
Why do I chase something that isn’t even real
Why do I care if I have an audience and the mass appeal
Because I feel if you’re not respected then you have no power
See, the balance of that is a delicate flower
I don’t crave to rule Either
I just wanna be free
I would never ask you to not be you
So please can I just be me