Disdainful, yet growing ✽

Came too long away from home but still a long way to go. 

For lot of them it was a show off and for lot of them a no-go.

Never saw so many different seasons and people changing at the same time

Broski got so busy just living life, writing rhymes, chasing dime.

Dime to cents, cents to dollars lot of eyes were still chasing my attention.

Still no reaction, already had to escape from a much bigger retention.

Things didn't seem that hard when you're someone more hard to crack.

When you have people who get out of you anything you lack.

No amount of gratitude is enough for those people in my life.

The people who not for stories but genuinely got my back.

Not those who acted close and put a knife in my back.

While some hide, some run.

I felt like the privileged one from day one.

Jealous? Lot of them. Happy ? I guess SOME.

Maybe they're just disappointed convince them? Nah, I am done.

It's been a year and I see myself and a lot of things have changed so fast.

Someday some feelings hold me back thinking why some things didn't last.

But I lived the lesson of letting things and people go very early in my life.

It didn't take me long to get away from my own rife.

Every other day I survive, every other day I grind.

Nothing hit so hard yet that led me to completely lose my mind.

I got Cole on the left sometimes Sidhu on the right.

Blessing my ears, making me kiss my fears nevertheless always ready to fight.

Not a person but my own demons, hardships and this era of life.

A living person can never be my enemy.

My old man raised me differently, won't get any till he's alive.

I lose track of plots when I start typing or writing.

23 year old still has a hard time expressing myself fighting.

I don't know what time brings up how long the higher force keeps me alive.

But I surely got a lot to get done, a lot to write, but for now goodbye.