It all started off with poetry in class,
Then elevated to church hymns during mass,
What can I say I'm just a Music phonetic,
Equipped with an old school iPod Classic,
Just a millennial kid, with a whole lotta love for kicks,
An indigo child, on the verge of a perennial shift,
I rarely admit, but terrified of the world and of this submission,
Call this message a deposition, dedicated to the moments,
I was ready to quit, ready to flip, ready to pack up my bags,
I couldn't take the hit, no longer could I commit...

Then I, sensed God taking control,
Go ahead and chase your goals,
Felt the ambition growing inside,
He spoke straight to my soul,
But I've, been robbed of my motivation,
It feels like I've already made it,
I deeply regret exposing my dreams,
I should've plated them with gold,
I should've listened to Cole,
I've been shot down...

Bullet holes through my denim jeans,
Using these words as protection like sunscreen,
I'm in a messed up predicament like a pregnant teen,
Consciously aware, that pursuing this vision of mine,
Will indefinitely change everything like a child or a wedding ring,
But I ain't going nowhere, studied the greats for decades,
Undeniably prepared for this marriage, sitting on 18 carats,
Can't back down from an unexpected miscarriage,
I want to live lavish, can't be concerned,
With being another average,
Still I, second guess myself, don't ever second guess yourself,
I told myself every sunrise that I was blessed to see,
Currently seven threes, a young mathematician
Who stayed in school, "May I have your attention please",
Only you would know...

It's been a long time, a long time coming,
I can't stop, I won't stop running,
It's been a long time, a long time coming,
I can't stop, I won't stop running,
I said, It's been a long time, a long time coming...

I just needed some time to vent, some time to repent,
Try to decipher what all of these signs meant,
But in the midst of things I frequently lost sight of the real light,
Cultivated a state of mind that's separated like an apartheid,
Vulnerable thoughts contained in an airtight,
Spent countless nights, stapling ideas undercover,
Three years to be precise, sketching the horizon with my brother,
Soon, realised that I still haven't created any music,
Quietly, scribbling down these words 'cause it felt therapeutic,
Fell, accustomed to procrastinating and making excuses,
But, I'm running out of time now,
I'm about to lose it,
Abused this for far too long now,
it's time to power through and use it,
Only you would know...

It's been a long time, a long time coming,
I can't stop, I won't stop running,
It's been a long time, a long time coming,
I can't stop, I won't stop running,
I said, It's been a long time, a long time coming.