Keep my Soles planted

So my soul can be planted.

Deep rooted in the ground.

Cause I’m sure thats how you find the answers.

Wish I could be lost in the mountains.

The cool breeze making me feel alive.

Unpack the trauma I had packed on the shelf, mounted.

Smile plastered on my face as a disguise,

And I’m counting.

The days.

My soul changes as the seasons sway.

The colder it gets,

The more I strip back and reflect.

Think on all the damage I caused,

Feels like I crumbling more than the unbalanced Jenga I stacked.

At any moment life could swallow me

Like the coldest of depths.

Drag my depression down with me

And drown it in the Mariana Trench.

Been tighter than Hornes’ grip

Or king snakes constriction

Keep shining. Always proud to be black.

The pressure made it easier to keep it all in .

But the Emotions gotta flow.

Gotta stop keeping em in.

The lunar pull was hella strong

Dragging my mind through the cosmos.

Refining what I think I know.

Because this is the end game

We dancing in the end zone.