STARS

I never thought that this could be, this is not for me

I'm tryna cook but they don't see that it's got to me

I'm tryna grow and be the man that I'm meant to be

And I be grabbing all them blessings that are meant for me

A year ago I never thought It'd be this simple

I'm making shit rain when I thought I'd be a drizzle

I'm moving past my Quarterlife, the crisis in my mental

I'm moving past my older life, and liking where I been to

The wrinkles on my face are stories, they inform the lines I write

Backspace, deleting shit, I'm making sure my rhymes are tight

I got a hundred verses in my notes app that I fucking typed