I need
I need that food to feed the empty vacancy
Unknown to my soul is the touch that I know
The rhythm provoked by the mind way to cope
Humbleness humility shame that I hold
A way to get out be comfortable as I flow
Through societies eyes the groove to my home
Stature arrest the way I walk through life with no hold
On realities hands
I need to hold on to what I care about
Find a way to go back
To my passion stimulation flow rhythm nation
Patience lost of hope while I’m waiting