VISIT A SEASON:A NEW BEGINNING

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The Verse

Go ahead and hate me and rate me my plates expired.
I’m married to the game so I won’t retire.
I’m married to my b**** I got my ring on but lie to me again
and go back to those fucking theme songs.

I got older and bolder
but I don’t got no Mac11 swinging on my shoulder.
It was supposed to be money over bitches
now tell me where the fuck did I get a second opinion.

I’m winning and I’m losing and I’m losing and I’m winning
it’s feeling like the ending it’s only a new beginning.
But please just let me get my sin in
rolling up this loud I teach this shit to the children.

Rolling up this loud just to keep myself from ill-in
look at 9/11 I ain’t dialing 911.
I never thought I’d see the day n****s hanging with n****s that’s telling
too many smiling faces I don’t want to go to heaven.

I’m yinging and I’m yanging just trying to keep my balance
but I still see success that come from n****s mentally challenged.
But still all I want is a Challenger
she’s riding this dick I’m holding her trying to balance her.

We’re getting lit this shit is lit but ain’t no candle sir
and I don’t want to be a part of the scandal sir.
And no I don’t watch Scandal
but if I take you up top this the shit you can’t handle.

I might take her face off then I race off
shit is getting real I considered the shit the playoffs.
I might kill shit and disappear something like eight off
but I got different reasoning so you can take this hate off.

Visit a Season

You’re in that season.

The one where things aren’t falling apart but they aren’t settled either.
Bills are there. Deadlines are there. Plates are expired.
Life keeps happening while you’re still figuring it out.

You keep moving anyway.

You’re married to what you do, not because it’s glamorous, but because stopping doesn’t feel like an option yet. Survival became routine. Routine became identity. You didn’t plan it that way it just happened.

Commitment exists in your life, but so does disappointment.
Old patterns come back around.
Old moods. Old songs.
The same emotional soundtrack plays when pressure hits.

You thought getting older would come with protection.
You thought boldness would mean security.
You are stronger now clearer, sharper, more aware 
but the armor you expected never really showed up.

The rules you grew up on start to crack.
Money first. Handle feelings later.
That math used to work.

Then real life spoke back.
Family. Love. Responsibility.
And suddenly you’re getting second opinions you never planned for.

You’re winning and losing at the same time.
Making progress while carrying weight.
It feels like something is ending but something else is quietly starting.

You regulate the only way you know how.
Not to escape.
Just to stay steady.
To keep yourself from unraveling.

You stop pretending survival was clean.
You stop hiding the tools that helped you make it through.
Honesty replaces shame.

You don’t trust appearances the same way anymore.
Smiling faces don’t equal safety.
Peace that requires pretending doesn’t feel like peace at all.

You’re trying to balance yourself now.
Light and dark.
Faith and frustration.
Not leaning too far either way.

And somewhere in all of this, you notice something grounding 
people carrying real struggles still finding a way forward.
Still creating. Still rising.

That reminds you you’re not done.

All you really want right now is something to move toward.
A challenge.
A direction.
Something that says: keep going.

So you do.

You move.
You create.
You take distance when you need it.
You protect your peace the best way you know how.

You don’t explain yourself at the end.
You don’t raise your voice.

You just know your reasoning has changed.

Take What You Need

You don’t have to stay in this season.
But if you’re here you’re not alone.

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