And it’s hard to keep the course when you’re way off the rails,
The pace that you pick up pales in comparison /to the kids that learn quick with wind in their sails,
I had to balance the scales; always have/always will at the end of the day it’s my holy grail

It was the end of the year, yeah/
How I made it 52 weeks that’ll never be clear/
But I’m here and I’m breathin’ bruises have healed from the beatings/
Still getting used to the feeling/
Of proving the things I believe in…

As fate would have it, we inhabit an era / Where activism’s considered sharing a Facebook status / Cover the night and make Kony famous / Simplistic ideas and benevolent strangers / (So what you saying is) / Who gave you the authority? / Put you in a position of superiority? / You gotta ask yourself what’s the priority? / The change you wanna see or who you wanna be seen to be?

I’m unapologetic of my path / But by the time you’re me it’s all of your past / Hope you remember this when you’re falling apart / If not I wrote down a few remarks / I had to go about it, ride it out and find it myself / And there’s some stories I can tell you / I had to fail, had to fall just for what I did well / And there’s some stories I can tell you

Dedicated equally to right and wrong,
The numerous gray areas that we divide along,
I don’t know - maybe it’s something like a hybrid song,
Because the truth don’t give a shit about what side you’re on

We had to do it all at our own pace,
Lessons learned, bridges burned, and forks in the road faced,
And I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t times I was flying blind,
Line by line trying to shine this little light of mine…