Growth

Growth [prod. Homage]

(Tape clicks)

(Hey, it’s Kennedy…
I just wanted to talk to you more about the Walk
Because these last few years, I’ve
I’ve been through a lot
I’ve learned a lot, I’ve seen a lot
And I’ve grown a lot
And I wanna tell you about…how i got here)

I gotta practice
Put in the work
Not just be yappin
Don’t just wanna chirp
Wanna be flappin
My wings like a bird
When I am rappin
Or I’m singin a verse
Cause I wanna get better
I don’t wanna get worse
But hours and days
Are what talent really thirsts for
Looking in the past
I didn’t know what i searched for
Broken down and empty
Depersonalized, heart torn
Started writing notes
Inside of my first dorm
Four years ago
I lived on the fourth floor
In order to cope
Poetry became the norm
Writing what i felt
In what was my worst form
(What’s wrong with me?)
Writing in my notes
But wrote on my phone more
Pages were a home
To help me get through the storm
Vessels on a screen
Is where my heart has been poured
Rapping as i write
I started an art form
Rappin in my head
But didn’t know what for
Did this for a while
So let me hit fast forward

(Click)
(Fast forward)
(Click)

A couple years later
I was searching for the Truth
Writing’s therapy
But only covers up the bruise
I had a little skill
But i was lacking a use
I can string together words
In a rhythm or blues
I can brag about bars
As I’m spitting a few
But if the words lack meaning
Then they’re just like a tomb
Dead and empty
Inside there’s no bloom
So what kind of message
Am i giving the youth?
Then i met Jesus Christ
Not in church or a group
But when i was alone
He showed up in my room
(Woah)
And then i understood
Got clarity in my view
To take what i’ve been given
And to step into the booth

Understood the reason
That i had this art stored
I was singing out my song
And playing my heart’s chord
But rapping to myself
Isn’t just who this is for
So i got a beat, GarageBand
And i just hit record
Made a few songs
With what i had on board
Then i got a real mic
As i got more absorbed
Entered in a realm
I had never explored
Started pumping out music
But still wasn’t well informed
I’ve got a lot of songs
Of all my lessons and more
Tracking ups and downs
Last two years have been a war
I even got lost
Writing songs that were forced
Trying to fit into a box
Cause i feared people’s thoughts
Traded authenticity
In order to conform
And somewhere along the line
Making music became a chore
Slowly learning how to edit
And learning how to perform
I got tired of it all
I didn’t wanna put forth

The effort it would take
To move up in the course
Felt like i should quit
Deleted my exports
Then re-uploaded it
After seeing it’s importance

And so i came back
With more lines to record
And now i know for sure
It’s something i can’t ignore
I’ve got a mission here
The reason that i was born
So i hack with an axe
Cause I’m breaking down the doors
I’m learning every day
How to forge a sharper sword
Train my ears and vocals more
Treat the sounds with panel boards
Use the software, smelt the ore
Of the vocals i record
Then hammer it into form
With equipment I upgraded
As my knowledge, it matured
Got an iMac, 8-core
Logic Pro, I paid for
Emptied out all of my pockets
To invest in faith boy
This is what I’m made for
Plant a couple of these seeds
Pair it with a rain storm
Give me a couple of seasons
And i’ll grow a page farm
Doesn’t matter where
If it’s desert or a rain forest
Growing with my music
And evolving as i paint more
Walking out my story
And my bedroom is a stage for it

Growth

(Forest footsteps)

(Tape clicks)