"Yo Raplover!" "What's good homie?" "We need a song gang, Its been a while" "Aight bet." les go... [INTRO] I left at 2:16. No coat. No plan. No goodbye. Just keys in my hand and that old feeling telling me, “Go.” So I went. Fast feet, cold street, half-asleep, heart beat, back door, black sky, don't ask me why. I had enough, I had too much, I had nothing I could touch that didn't feel like something I'd become. So I threw it in a bag, all the good, all the bad, all the words I never said, all the things I wish I hadn't. Zip. Gone. Or so I thought. New place, new room, new light through the blinds, new face in the mirror, same eyes. Same eyes. I can run, run, run, but I can't run out. I can change my name, change my town. I can burn every photograph, tear every page, but the boy in the picture still knows my face. So I take him with me. I take him with me. Not because I want to, because he's mine. Little me, sitting in the backseat, feet don't touch the floor, counting every streetlight, one, two, three, four... “Are we there yet?” No. Not yet. Funny how the years go by but some questions never age. I got older, got colder, got better at pretending I was okay. Then one night I heard myself laugh and it sounded like him. For the first time in years I didn't hate it. I let it stay. I don't need to cut the thread. I don't need to make him dead. I just need to take his hand and tell him, “We're not finished yet.” I can run, run, run, but I can't run out. I can change my name, change my town. I can burn every photograph, tear every page, but the boy in the picture still knows my face. So I take him with me. I take him with me. Not because I want to, because he's mine. Run if you need to. Run till you're tired. Run till the road runs out of lines. Then turn. Turn. Turn around. Not to go back. Just to see what you survived. And maybe I was wrong. Maybe the past wasn't asking me to stay. Maybe it was asking, “Did you learn?” Maybe every scar wasn't saying, “Look what happened.” Maybe it was saying, “Don't let it happen again.” So I won't. I won't. I won't. I can run, run, run, but now I know— running isn't leaving. It's only moving with nowhere to go. So I walk. Slow. Then faster. Then slow again. I keep the kid. I keep the pain. I keep the love. I keep the shame. Not as chains. Not as a cage. Just little pieces of the road I came. And if tomorrow makes me someone new, I won't forget what got me through. I'll take it with me. I'll take it with me. I'll take it— with me. 2:16. Same night. Different choice. Keys in my hand. Door still open. I look back. Once. Then I turn. The past stays behind me. But it comes with me. Violin fades. One soft drum hit. Silence. yhea.. Raplover.
