Young

I know this gonna burn like third degree

We learn it all in nursery

Where everything we couldn't say is cursory

I never heard the words there was worth in me

Except when they came after the fact that there's god and the devil tryna trick me into worshiping (That's real)

I know Everything that's good has its fair share of bad

But I hate that your mad cuz we all got adversity

Doesn't mean the subtle sound of silence sings less to me than all the symphonies

Bare the roots of any tree and there's the growth

It comes down you can see it all in centuries

Steady though the pace may be

All That I believe