Most everyone’s human and they make mistakes
I’m so tired of slipping and sliding around the rat race
As if I’m the only one waiting, most of us are left here debating
What it is we could of done differently, like our pain wasn’t a trial of higher reach
This is the storm, do you think anything is hiding in it, do you think it’s warm?
The hurricane of teach, my foundation crumbled to rebuild a preach
Taking a thunder creative route worthy of a recognition’s seat
We come to unravel to rapture the heat