[Instrumental] [Verse] Same boots, different dirt, same hands learning different weight beneath another kind of load, same back, different burden, same eyes catching little changes while the bigger picture keeps unfolding down the road. I ain’t tied to one poe…zih…shun just because that spot once held me steady when I needed somewhere firm to stand, I ain’t scared of tran…zih…shun when the ground keeps giving reasons that the old way ain’t the only working plan. Some folks call change inconsistency. I call staying useful proof. If the frame still carries pressure, then the frame can change the view. [Instrumental] [Mini Speed Reverse Recursion Verse] Movement changed my poe…zih…shun and my poe…zih…shun changed my whole perspective, the new perspective changed decisions, then decisions changed the movement I was making when I mooooved Then I ran it backwards through the choosing, through the angle, through the footing, through the place I thought was permanent until the permanent got prooooved. Poe…zih…shun from motion, motion from decision, decision from the vision that the old cun…dih…shun couldn’t hold then the whole chain bent and breathed again uh…just…ment into movement, movement into something new enough to make the old look old. [Instrumental] [Bridge] If you only know me standing still, you only know where I stopped. If you want to know what stays, watch what moves when something drops. Same standard, different setting. Same hands, different day. [Pause] Find me in the motion… that’s the only place I stay. [Hook] Find me in the motion, not the ground beneath my feet. Same weight, different handle, same work moving through another week. Find me in the motion… [Pause] watch what stays when everything shifts. [Instrumental] Verse I’ve worn a dozen labels, worked through different rooms and roles, watched people think the title was the person underneath then the title changed, the room changed, faces changed, and somehow what I carried still came walking right along with me. That’s when I learned a name ain’t movement, and a place ain’t proof of purpose, and a job ain’t all the measure of a man you can lose the whole arrangement, keep the way you meet the weight, and build another working rhythm with your hands. Maybe identity ain’t static. Maybe stillness hides the frame. Maybe who you are shows clearer when the scenery won’t stay the same. [Hook] Find me in the motion, not the ground beneath my feet. Same weight, different handle, same work moving through another week. Find me in the motion… [Pause] watch what stays when everything shifts. [Instrumental] [Bridge] Cun…dih…shun ain’t forever. Tran…zih…shun ain’t losing ground. Uh…just…ment ain’t surrender when the old way don’t fit now. Poe…zih…shun keeps on changing. Still the pattern carries through. [Pause] If you want to know what stays… watch what keeps moving when I do. [Hook] Find me in the motion, not the ground beneath my feet. Same weight, different handle, same work moving through another week. Find me in the motion… [Pause] watch what stays when everything shifts. [Instrumental] [Final Hook] Find me in the motion, that’s the only place I stay. Same hands, different handle, same standard learning different ways. Find me in the motion… [Pause] don’t measure where I stop. Measure what keeps moving… when everything else does not.
