Product of the Grind
[Verse 1]
Guess it never stops, product of the grind
Tryna realize what I envision in my mind
People keep saying if you seek then you will find
Like a broken record keep playing on rewind
Fail to realize we differ in design
I guess what's meant for me ill get it in its time
Till then I'm venting with a rhyme

In exile feeling blue tryna get more out of life
What I do? I pick up the pen & I write
Do whatever incites growth, the most important thing in your life. Never forget that. Make sure on my shoulders is where my head's at. Any other nonsense is whatever, just dead that
Frustration is cool, just watch how you vent that
Learn from your past, don't only regret that

[Verse 2]
I still got hands for the good fight
When I find solace I'll live the good life
Until then catch me squaring with forces
In an effort to remain on course with what my purpose is
Or at least finding it
In the back of my mind keep rewinding it
Drawing out my path & defining it
Make sure my light, I keep shining bright with it
It's all I got, it never stops though

Fly like 23 in zapatos
So I stay close to who I love & I know

Me & mine were tryna make something outta this
Might as well, cause alive we ain't getting out of this
So we just get what we can right up out of it
So we can say we did something & be proud of it