I’m wanting to write more. Feels like I need meth to perform. Don’t know why I want more. I’m still sticking to the cords and my talent even soars. I’m at a crossroad. Calls for mental alchemy. Changing how I see in my mind like core beliefs. I need just relief. I need to grieve. Letting go of what I can’t see. Just breathe. Know that God takes care of me and gives me my seed. So that by it I may feed. What I need to fulfill my destiny. Thoughts are like trees, water one and the others get a treat. These lyrics right here are the watering. I ask Spirit to align in my mind, give me what I need at this time. Do I need a dime? Would it be a divine crime? I need a road sign. I feel blind. So I grind. Plowing that I can find. Reflect on your values and where you get your power, does it require redosing every couple hours? You’re not a coward, this ones tough. I know you feel stuck. And even feel yuck. You gotta rise up. Say enough is enough. By reflecting on this while you write and when you to sleep at night, you’ll have what it takes to win this fight. Problems disappear when you shine a light this bright. That is why you rap on mics. To see issues from a mile high. Views so nice from here with this sight. Plus I make music that is tight. Sounds so right. Making problems disappear and old ideas take flight. You’re reaching the end of this beat, I’m glad you took a seat. Nothing here is bleak. Teaching you to be meek. How to just be me, reaching all I desire with these feats. I do them every day, I hope you enjoy my treats. Tomorrow I will meet and greet with an outlook so positive it’ll heal my feat while also being fuel to help me fulfill my destiny. I’ll be back later to tell you more about my dream.