Escape My Feelings
Man, I been moving through the shadows, thinking the night was gonna swallow me whole, but the glow from someplace quiet showed me, nah, this ain’t the end of my road. I was sinking in my head, like quicksand pulling my thoughts under, every mistake replaying, echoes louder than the thunder. But I paused, told myself breathe, step out, all storms break free when the sky get proud. I looked in the mirror, eyes heavy, face pale, asked myself why you carry weight like it’s chained to your jail. You ain’t locked, you just stuck in the echoes you feed, cut the cycle, let the silence plant a new seed. I fought with that silence, afraid what it might say, but in the quiet came strength, and strength begged me to stay. So I stood in the light, though darkness biting at my heel, real ones know—this ain’t a fairytale, it’s how you heal. Every scar I wear, I ain’t ashamed no more, they’re maps of every time I crawled up off that floor. I don’t run from my pain, I let it teach, let it speak, let it show me I can bend but won’t break, week to week. I tell myself, pick up, step again, stretch again, lows might break rhythm, but they never kill the pen. Inside these words I been carving out a stairway, each line carrying me higher when the dark says “stay.” I’m moving different, not flawless, not clean, but I learned clarity don’t show up until the fog leaves the scene. I don’t chase escape no more, I face what’s real, let the wound breathe open ‘til it finds its seal. Truth talking, I ain’t running from my flaws— I just learn a little rhythm in the weight they cause. And though the journey got me standing knee deep in the night, still, I know I got the courage when I walk toward light. This is me talking plain, not a prophet, not a saint, just a man with a bruise painting strength from restraint.
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Man, I been moving through the shadows, thinking the night was gonna swallow me whole, but the glow from someplace quiet showed me, nah, this ain’t the end of my road. I was sinking in my head, like quicksand pulling my thoughts under, every mistake replaying, echoes louder than the thunder. But I paused, told myself breathe, step out, all storms break free when the sky get proud. I looked in the mirror, eyes heavy, face pale, asked myself why you carry weight like it’s chained to your jail. You ain’t locked, you just stuck in the echoes you feed, cut the cycle, let the silence plant a new seed. I fought with that silence, afraid what it might say, but in the quiet came strength, and strength begged me to stay. So I stood in the light, though darkness biting at my heel, real ones know—this ain’t a fairytale, it’s how you heal. Every scar I wear, I ain’t ashamed no more, they’re maps of every time I crawled up off that floor. I don’t run from my pain, I let it teach, let it speak, let it show me I can bend but won’t break, week to week. I tell myself, pick up, step again, stretch again, lows might break rhythm, but they never kill the pen. Inside these words I been carving out a stairway, each line carrying me higher when the dark says “stay.” I’m moving different, not flawless, not clean, but I learned clarity don’t show up until the fog leaves the scene. I don’t chase escape no more, I face what’s real, let the wound breathe open ‘til it finds its seal. Truth talking, I ain’t running from my flaws— I just learn a little rhythm in the weight they cause. And though the journey got me standing knee deep in the night, still, I know I got the courage when I walk toward light. This is me talking plain, not a prophet, not a saint, just a man with a bruise painting strength from restraint.
Lyricism at its finest. 💯✍️ It’s just what I do! 😌 Was thankful to get this out, been a long time coming.
Savage 🔪