Hook: How does one move when the when of the present, Pushes pushes pushes against ya, How does one move when the wind of the present, Pushes pushes pushes against ya?, Thats the question, thats the question, thats the question, Amen!

Im a struggler, One who wrestles with his wild emotions, Self medicating with the verses verbals, Mixed up puzzle pieces in my dreamy cerebral, Latchin onto loved ones when I crumble to lonesome, Humble well spoken, Well known stranger to most folks, Floating in a cloud of the lows in hush mode, Once strolled into relationships naive, Cut close to the veins, the blade of betrayal made me bleed, At ease now I see, The strategy is to seek the deeper destiny, Reveal the real comfortably, Become in touch with the inner identity, Ideally developing, Independence, Then shift, Evolve never regret but solve, The reason why we all cling to our own flaws, Facing our own reflections, The hardest part, How do you know when relying on someone is a crutch, Or a simple act of trust, Its complex, What we call relationships, Ah yes can’t forget the fickle sex, Body of a Goddess, Big tits fat o’l ass, Had me in a stupor as an adolescent lad, Who am I kidding?, I still find it inviting, Kept my distance, Striving to write my rhyme sheet, Dated occasionally, Babes like me, So finding the right queen should have been no biggie, But whoa is me, Shyness kept me from connecting, Brushes with luck, but always ended in depressing separation, Built distance and ran from the interested ladies, But in my isolation I escaped the fake shit, In my exile I found greatness, Im grateful for the awkward times life gave me...and I ask

Hook: How does one move when the when of the present, Pushes pushes pushes against ya, How does one move when the wind of the present, Pushes pushes pushes against ya?, Thats the question, thats the question, thats the question, I don’t know...

Verse two chapter second, Finds me in a new condition, Different direction, Matured and socially accepted, Branched out did my thing, Confidence collected, Been bruised by loves weapons, Swam through the shit streams came out clean, Focused finally with a few tricks up my sleeve, Life is irony, When I wanted chicas back then, Most lied to me, Now I’m pipin off reflex, and they’re liking me, In my journeys met many psychologically insecure, Word is bond, finally found someone who’s worth all the harm, The hazards and attachments, love always brought, Too much deep thinking leaves me sometimes sunk, Drowning in memories of a thoughtful swamp, Full of all this emotion, And the antidotes the art, You can’t bottle up this brilliance, you’ve gotta let it spark, You’ve gotta let it flow, You’ve gotta let it spark, You’ve gotta let it flow, flow, flow, flow flow,
How does one move when the wind of the present pushes pushes pushes against ya, how does one move when the wind of the present pushes pushes pushes against ya....thats the question thats the question thats the question thats the question