**TERMINAL** **(Intro)** Yeah… Missed the last train. Now I’m sitting in this terminal and shit. Ain’t that something? 0101. **(Verse 1)** Missed the last train fucking with that tuna sandwich, Now I’m stuck in terminal, laptop looking damaged. Security keep walking, I don’t pay ’em no mind, I’m just waiting on the morning train, I ain’t doing no crime. Phone on ten percent, charger in the wall, Watching people catch flights while I’m catching my thoughts. I done lost an apartment, but I ain’t lose me, Put my whole life in a bag, still got room for a dream. Everybody going somewhere, I’m just sitting right here, But being still hit different when you done lived through fear. They might see a broke man with nowhere to go— I see God saying, “Sit down. We need to talk some more.” **(Hook)** I’m in the terminal, but I ain’t finished, Still got faith, still got women in my mentions. God keep talking, but the flesh keep interrupting, I be trying to hear Him, but these hoes keep looking. I’m in the terminal, waiting on the train, Got truth in my music, got God in my pain. If this the end, then the end came late— Because Day Day still breathing, still sitting at the gate. **(Bridge — Music Stops Completely)** **(Only airport ambience and footsteps)** **Officer — Spoken:** Where you going? **Day Day — Spoken:** I don’t know yet. **Officer:** Then why you waiting? **Day Day:** God ain’t showed me yet. **Officer:** So…you lost? **Day Day:** Nah. I’m in transit. **Officer:** Then why your phone keep buzzing? Why you got all these texts? Why all them girls? Why you got so many options? And who keep sending all these messages? **Day Day:** Hold up— You airport security or relationship security? **Officer:** I’m just asking. **Day Day:** …mind your business. **(Beat slams back in — choir shouts “TERMINAL!”)** **(Verse 2)** One walked past thick, had to look up twice, I’m a man of faith, I ain’t say I lost my sight. Choir in my headphones singing, “Stay on the path,” Meanwhile shorty walking by built like --God-- showing off. That’s the fight right there—spirit and skin, Trying to walk with the Lord while the old me grins. I ain’t acting all holy, I know what I like, I can pray in the morning and be outside at night. That don’t make me fake, that just make me honest, Some people hide their dirt—I put mine in the chorus. God already know, I ain’t telling Him shit, He made me like this, now we working through it. I got faith, got flaws, got lust, got vision, Got a whole lot of truth nobody asked me to mention. But if I only tell the clean parts, that ain’t testimony— That’s just church clothes covering the old me. **(Hook)** I’m in the terminal, but I ain’t finished, Still got faith, still got women in my mentions. God keep talking, but the flesh keep interrupting, I be trying to hear Him, but these hoes keep looking. I’m in the terminal, waiting on the train, Got truth in my music, got God in my pain. If this the end, then the end came late— Because Day Day still breathing, still sitting at the gate. **(Bridge)** (Last call.) That ain’t mine. (Last train.) I missed mine. (Last chance.) I heard that before. If God wanted me finished, Why He keep opening doors? **(Verse 3)** Morning coming through the glass, blue all on the floor, Computer stopped shaking like it ain’t scared no more. Funny how a hard drive act when you finally sit still, Maybe that machine been tired like me for real. Metro about to open, time to pack this shit, Another night survived—I’m getting good at this. That sound sad to y’all, but it feel like strength, When you ain’t got much left and still go the length. I ain’t romanticizing pain, this shit really gets cold, But I learned home ain’t always four walls that you own. Sometimes home is your name when they take your address, Sometimes faith is getting up when you ain’t get no rest. So I’m leaving this terminal the same way I came— Bag on my back, but it don’t feel the same. I walked in feeling stuck, now I’m leaving with direction, Sometimes missing your train is divine intervention. **(Final Hook)** I was in the terminal, but I wasn’t finished, Still had faith, still had women in my mentions. God kept talking while the flesh kept interrupting, I heard every word—I just acted like I didn’t. I was in the terminal, waiting on the train, Made another damn song out of another bad day. If this the end, better tell it to wait— Because Day Day back moving, just opened up the gate. **(Outro)** Yeah. I wasn’t stuck. I was sitting still. It’s a difference. 101.
