Find My Way

Verse 1:

The pressure to be
Is pressing on me
To be something greater, a moment to weep
Anxiety speaks
I’m tempted to cater and feed every thought that would enter
Still reminiscing
On opportunity’s distance
Closer and further I’m getting
Measure indifferent
Pre-framing my bigger picture
Struggle with time
A struggle with fear
And everyone sees you as bigger than here
“your moment is near”
Reflecting on quotes while the grays in my beard are laughing
Calling it gassing
Honestly fueling the passion
Can’t really see what I’m after
Can’t really see what is after
Gripping for traction

Incline moving like an enzyme
Refine building up the insides
Wanna give it up but I’m crediting my gut
Yelling charge to the max
So I decline
Race to level up, got a need for the speed
But the greed disagrees with the insight
Gotta get my cut, it’s a dream for the cream
But flee I diabetes for the (WORSE)
Can’t let my wife down
Can’t let the homies down
Ain’t no gravity when I move by the egos
Shady never me though
UVs over me so
My skin tone limit some doors for the nigga
But God got the keys, so it’s “weee” for a nigga
Just looking for my way
As I wait for wave
That’s a pace by the faith
So I won’t drown away, ahhhh

Hook:

Where do I go now?
(Where do I go now?)
I’m just tryna find my way
(I'm just tryna find my way)

Where do I go now?
(Where do I go now?)
I’m just tryna find my way
(I'm just tryna find my way)

Where do I go now?
(Where do I go now?)
I’m just tryna find my way
(I'm just tryna find my way)

Where do I go now?
(Where do I go now?)
I’m just tryna find my way
(I'm just tryna find my way)

Verse 2:

Angst ebbs
When it flows it crescendos
Futhamuckas get smashed
Now his rent gone

Get up out my business…
Bitch, the tea hot, but it's not jalapeño’s
SNAP, like Momento
When it all ends from the smog of a Pinto
Have a car, though, but then he don’t

Trapped in a loop from the phone to the room
Worried woman at the window
Annie, are you ok?

He’s sick and his father calls of all triggers
Could this be the straw that breaks
The balls bigger
He put his phone down, “Shoot the shit out that nigga.”
Now independent women can’t even go to Bella Noche