Prophet $hit

Never felt like I was born with natural talent

Hardheaded traits set in had a knack for the practice

All the pain and sorrow felt helped the passion amassing

Samurai jacking styles I was trapped in the past tense

Of trying to be like my favorites when I should of been me

Hamster wheeling stuck in circles as I would try to flee

I was taught the only thing to fear is fear itself

But lately anxiety makes me wan fear myself

Heavens over the hedges but seems I'm hesitating

I need to just make the jump but my legs are shaking

Head is blazing rest is taken need to jet for havens

Blessings wasting lessons gaining but my chest is failing