I used to move just to move.
I used to work just to work.
Another shift, another grind, another soul in the dirt.
They said, “stay busy,” so I stayed.
They said, “keep going,” so I ran.
But I never asked where?
Never asked why?
Until one day I opened my wallet, and the Eye looked back at me.
Not just ink on a bill.
Not just a triangle.
It was confirmation.
And it said something without speaking’.
Said: “I see you.”
And I felt it in my chest like a door clicking’ open.
No keys. Just recognition.
Now that the Eye sees me…
I can’t go back to blindness.
This isn’t paranoia, it's purpose.
This isn’t superstition, it's strategy.
This is survival meeting sight.
This is the third eye, and the dollar eye shaking hands like,
“We are not enemies; we are partners now.”
I’m not working’ just to work.
I’m not building’ just to brag.
This time, I’m moving’ with blueprint.
This time, I’m stacking’ with alignment.
This time, I’m Walking’ like I got answers.
Because I do.
I got my son watching’.
I got my ancestors hummin’.
I got my own voice in my own head saying’:
“No more wasted years.”
I see why I suffered.
I see why I traveled.
I see why I was restless.
It was all to teach me that clarity isn’t free you earn it.
And now that I see, I am not settling’.
Not for jobs.
Not for checklists.
Not for half-built dreams.
I want the full buildout.
I want the digital freedom,
the creative control,
the multi empire
I am not just a worker; I'm a watcher now.
A writer of rhythms.
A reclaimer of roots.
A designer of destiny.
“I am not my hustle. I am my holiness.”
“I am not my wounds. I am my wisdom.”
“I am not moving just to say I moved. I am moving because the blueprint is lit, and the Eye is watching and I’m ready.”
So, if you ask me what time it is?
It’s build o’clock.
It’s “make the vision visible” season.
It’s “protect your peace like capital” season.
Now that the Eye sees me, I see the world differently.
And I can’t go back to being unseen.
Not ever again.