Give It Time

Yeah

Give it time

Penny for my thoughts

I might be money minded

Minding my business

But my business don't seem to be thriving

Finding, that success involves prayer and grinding

It takes faith but my faith consistent declining

Resisting reclining, must be the climate, yeah

I'm afraid to rest, afraid to ride slow

Society has, time codes, feels like I'm not on time though

I write with my eyes closed when real life blinds my soul

My spirit like fine stones, refined from the harsh toll

Will I find gold?

Who knows, I just know that my mind shows the road

The roller-coaster, the pine cones

The signs of seasons changing, hold hope close like a Time Stone

In these, strange times

Doctors still save lives but who'll prescribe peace for the pestilence in my mind?

The presence of lost time

The pressure of what's mine

Slipping through the roof of my cerebellum

I climb to find me a sign

A reason to realign with the rest of my self-belief

Believe me, please know I tried

This residence I reside

A castle up by the tide

Foundation shaking, erasing the confidence where I thrived

You're telling me - I'll provide

My memory opens wide

Remembering former times, the disappointment in eyes

And I, telling myself - boy you better be more wise

The fear of living in lack, attacking my heart and back

Bringing me to a halt, muscles hard to relax

Fear attacking my roots, severance of the axe

Still I

Still I got a lot to unpack

For now I start with the pieces of me I see that are cracked

(Go again)

Conflicting feelings attached to the path I wanna take

And the pressure holding me back

I'm done holding back

Done comparing the stats

Dunking on these feeble thoughts

A forceful counter attack

The mind games

The back and forth - communicate, retort

How the mind plays

A game of pawns, mentality at war in my mind waves

I check the score, wanting to see more

But my mind weighs, down from the errors aboard my court

Need to find ways, back to be my best

Not just in discussion

Like a drummer how I hear percussion

Symphonic hits, so hypnotic could heal a concussion

Or a cough, I bring that Robitussin

My sentences be like that

Soul smooth

Cold groove

All or nuthin

We ain't bluffing

We just bring the vibe and function

And though life is roughin

And my time is jumpin

I daily keep believing this will all add up to something

Give it time you'll see the substance

Give it time