Contemporary Alchemy

A mothers screams

Turned to bad dreams

Motifs and rhymes to hide and disguise in melodies

I spent my teens

Smoking weed and evading police

Thought I wasn't good enough for chasing my dreams

for a college degree

my fears and tears

were my puppeteers

can you see the strings?

They're why I sing

A child of poverty

No AP credits or golden tickets for me

Anxiety and hardship got the best of me

But I won't let it get the rest of me

Because these broken pieces

Still belong in the puzzle

These bad memories

Still apart of the struggle

I made it

a mosaic of my hatred

So at times I'm so cold

Because the sorrow made me

But tomorrow it will save me

So don't pray for me

I'm so bold

G-d hear my plea

Spare me please

because this caged bird sings

My heart fluttered

I want to flap my wings

Because I turned straw into gold

Tragedy into alchemy

Agony into melodies

So I want all the smoke

Because from rust I made gold

So I won't fold

And that house may be a little broke

But Lord knows I will always call it home

and this a rough road

but from its cracks I grew a rose