Going through the storm for the peace, Knowing what’s up, yeah, pops the beat, Walking what’s well, I’m writing what’s real, Songs gotta tell what the body can feel. Taking time from tomorrow, I finance this tale, Borrow hope from the moment, put truth in the mail, Predictive brain guessing futures in jail, But rhythm keeps whispering, “Slow down — inhale.” I don’t chase the answer, I follow the sound, Every scar got a tempo, every loss got a ground, If the mind gets too loud and the numbers don’t cease, I rap my way back to a measurable peace. Through the storm… I’m finding my way, Through the noise… I’m learning to stay, What the heart can’t explain, let the rhythm release, We don’t rap for the war — we rap for the peace. Repeat,
