I would hate to be trapped in the "only" slot,
In the "only" box,
As only just a man.
Skip that I'm a writer,
Flip that I'm a fighter.
Fighting a battle and a war at the same time,
I can die at any time, but I'm still alive.
But why I, manage to go on so long,
So long as I inhale air in my lungs.
But later on exhale, but reality nervous,
Thinking how I can turn this.
Feeling shy, very shy,
Like a virgin with his first kiss.
Butterflies, shut her eyes,
So he can lean in.
Face blue as sky, hella shy,
Let me breathe in.
Okay, I'm ready,
Keep it steady.
I'm breathing in now,
Open my eyes there's a crowd, let me take it in now.
Then I think of my idols,
I love him to death but I wish to grow to surpass but first inhale from my father,
Then exhale to ask my daughter,
"Was it worth it?
This rambling on,
That oh, lord, take him to church" shit.
Learning from my father's entertaining stories there's been a rebirth,
Yes sir, and these things do hurt.
When a child enters;
But a man leaves the Earth.
But when I think about it,
They both took their breath,
Child inhaled into existence,
While the man exhaled into death.
I choose to not blink an eye,
No not I.
It'll breeze right through then knock the air out of you,
Catapult you, into a cold place,
At a slow pace and walking leaving no trace.
Then no one will find you,
Because that's the air that left that was once inside of you.
Before the change, I had friends saying, "Yo, you too busy breathing in,
Just breathe out man."
Then I tell them that this is only the beginning,
We'll just wait till the end and we'll find out then.
