It's been eight years since I moved cities,
Had my own group then I had to fly solo,
Entered a new arena, I was on my own though
Was hard starting off fresh coming from a small beginning,
Out of place, no face, shitty feeling, was not grinning.
Boarded up the doors and sealed the floors,
No one could reach me not even Santa Clause,
A few years went by and I began to grow shy,
No education, social situation, fun hating frustrating,
Forgot how to interact any time I had to it was an act,
Time passed by and everyone grew up and moved on.
Felt like time cut me down and confidence got stepped on,
Started working trying to hustle change and have my life rearranged,
Couldn't piece the coins together it felt like I was falling forever,
The endevour left me bitter kicked down in the shitter, but somehow I believed,
Through hard work and persistance good shit could be achieved,
But It's not what you know it's who you know until then you're looking through the window.
Started making my own moves to change the outcome if it was even possible,
If the thoughts came to fruition the movement would be unstoppable. Colossal.
