Don't judge the path I walked because of my past
The future isn't promised but I still learn to walk fast.
Casting out the possibilities but still hoping on what seems to come fast.

Different journey but a few to play the game with their hands *****
The paper we chasing don't mind if I look at you *****.

Crumbled notes all we have is the accumulated paper
Being a sinner is not just how I choose to find the paper

All I wanted when I heard my first cry was to enjoy my life
The pushing around everyday got me doubting me life.

Looking out to the opportunity beneath my feet that I can't reach
Mama said son all this opportunities in front of you might not be real.

Different voices in my head making me doubt my head space
A caring voice in my corner making me cling to my comfort space.

A scolding mother is still the woman who never got tired of who you are destined to be.

Life shinning the light from an invisible point that I can only see
But the path is brighter than who holds the invisible lamp.

But wait for ur time to shine because it might not be your invisible lamp
The way pointing to different direction hoping for who will decipher.

But the direction is visible to only those who can construct a clear path.
The solitary journey is meant to serve well with the invisible lamp.

Am always lost for someone to hang with
Maybe because life taught me to handle it.

Miss my steps everyday on my stroll on the ladder
All I needed was a friend to bring me back into the race.
Making everything look like am always late.
I can't disappoint who am meant to be
Because of a nobody with negative energy.

Am passed the finish line because life taught me well.
Fake friends is a plague they learn to stab you well.

Slowly dancing to the upbeat letting the world know of your presence
But life would wrap the melody in keys gifting you like a present.

Don't fear the rhythm is just meant to steer you towards the beat
But the main key of life is are you actually dancing to be free
I once saw a man move every ounce of it's body just to dance free.

But in the moment I realised the melody was for who is in need
You can't live life on the brink of hoping that you can't be in need
The rhythm is a guide when you are creating a content for those in need.

The way authority moves finding a place in our life
Hoping for a life long journey trying to settle into the life
But forget the manuals and the naysayers can you actually define life.

Shaping through every phase and obstacle running the lengthy course
But life would turn you to a student and fail you like a course.

Hoping on the next day waiting for procrastination to set in
You don't get to have  all what you want until you turn to dust.

Don't you think that life could go sideways
Until you realize you have another dimension to living anyways.

But you are afraid of entering a phase you know nothing about
The dark side won't look more like a fiction or a rollercoaster
It would be a phase you wonna cast away until look closer.

The side you are currently facing might be where you get closer with yourself
Don't look far the dark side is just a way to tap into your inner self
Don't flinch when the ideas start poping in because you might lose yourself
Relax and enjoy how embracing your inner self can bring light to yourself
The dark side is a reflection of who you are scared to look at when you see yourself.

Jogging through a reality I can only picture in my mind
Going through circumstances I can only imagine in my mind.

Don't sleep don't talk is the only song I sing
Trying to get hold of myself so I can see
But the only reality I see is which everyone else is blind to
But only the mind with a unique touch can feel it too.

On the journey that I don't really determine the outcome
Don't let the circumstances you often  find yourself determine your outburst.

Longing for what I so desire but seeing less than I can take
The insane mind is not just an illusion you have to create what you can't get.

The wake of a pure morning gesturing down the heavy heat
Africa is my mother land tell the foreigner not to mind the scorching heat.

Looking back to the soil how rich and blessed the people feel
But a mere touch of the soil would show you the pain the people feel.

Don't pry into their agony because the suffering can get much
Everyone in the midst of it all hoping and grinding to get much.

The paper is just a tip of what you are getting if you look deep down
But the pain and the triumph after the sweat will push you up and down.
The sound of hope makes men look up and down in triumph.

Who wants to hear the story of the black nylon
Crazy gaze from different onlookers
Waiting for it to reveal what it has for on waiting Lookers.

Picking up different choices it can't reject
Hoping that it does not crack or be useless
Any tear people tend to look it less
Storing the best of stories to fill its tummy.

But it's just a figment of what you can see
The product of what it can see.
Black nylon for those who can see.
The black mimicks freedom and slavery for those who can see.