[male vocals] Yeah...
It's
your
boy
Bright-M.
This
is
pages.
This
is
scars
and
prayers.
This
is
me.
Let’
s
go...
Born
in
a
small
room,
no
silver
spoon
Crying
to
the
sound
of
a
radio
tune
Mama
working
double,
trying
to
make
it
through
She
taught
me
to
respect,
taught
me
what
is
true
Church
on
Sunday,
school
on
Monday
Hand-me-down
shoes
but
I
walked
them
proudly
Kabompo
dust
on
my
feet,
dreams
in
my
head
Ate
nshima
and
beans,
but
my
mind
was
well-fed
I
remember
the
cold
mornings,
the
cracked
window
pane
Watching
the
shadows
dance
through
the
pouring
rain
Lessons
in
the
struggle,
lessons
in
the
street
Before
I
ever
learned
how
to
put
words
to
the
beat
These
are
the
chapters,
the
life
I’
ve
been
writing
Through
all
of
the
shadows,
through
all
of
the
fighting
It’
s
a
story
of
a
boy
turning
into
a
man
Building
up
a
future
with
a
shaking
hand
These
are
the
chapters,
the
scars
and
the
glory
Every
single
page
is
a
part
of
my
story
Teenage
years
hit,
feeling
lost
in
the
haze
Trying
to
find
a
light
in
the
middle
of
the
maze
Friends
turned
to
rivals,
brothers
turned
to
ghost
Losing
the
people
that
I
loved
the
most
Concrete
pavement
where
I
laid
my
heart
down
Searching
for
a
crown
in
this
forgotten
town
I
kept
my
head
low,
kept
the
secrets
inside
Nowhere
to
run
and
there’
s
nowhere
to
hide
I
picked
up
a
pen
just
to
quiet
the
noise
Finding
the
strength
in
a
broken
boy’
s
voice
It
wasn't
just
paper,
it
was
therapy
session
Turning
all
my
grief
into
a
lyrical
lesson
These
are
the
chapters,
the
life
I’
ve
been
writing
Through
all
of
the
shadows,
through
all
of
the
fighting
It’
s
a
story
of
a
boy
turning
into
a
man
Building
up
a
future
with
a
shaking
hand
These
are
the
chapters,
the
scars
and
the
glory
Every
single
page
is
a
part
of
my
story
Time
moves
slow
when
you're
looking
at
the
past
Nothing
in
this
life
is
ever
meant
to
last
But
the
ink
stays
fresh
even
when
the
skin
fades
Walking
through
the
silence
of
the
sun
and
the
shades
I’
m
not
the
same
kid
from
the
room
with
no
light
But
I
still
feel
the
hunger
in
the
middle
of
the
night
So
here
I
am
standing,
looking
at
the
view
Thinking
'bout
the
people
that
I
never
really
knew
If
you're
out
there
hurting,
if
you're
feeling
the
weight
Just
keep
on
writing,
never
leave
it
to
fate
Every
chapter
ends,
yeah,
another
one
starts
I’
m
just
a
vessel
for
these
heavy-hearted
arts
Keep
your
head
high
even
when
the
sky
is
gray
The
sun’
s
gonna
rise
in
a
brand
new
way
Yeah,
this
is
for
the
ones
who
have
traveled
the
road
Carrying
the
spirit
and
the
heavy-set
load
These
are
the
chapters,
the
life
I’
ve
been
writing
Through
all
of
the
shadows,
through
all
of
the
fighting
It’
s
a
story
of
a
boy
turning
into
a
man
Building
up
a
future
with
a
shaking
hand
These
are
the
chapters,
the
scars
and
the
glory
Every
single
page
is
a
part
of
my
story
Yeah,
it’
s
just
chapters.
Just
turning
the
page.
Respect
to
the
journey.
Bright-M.
Peace.