0. Growth [prod. Homage]
(Tape clicks)
(Hey, it’s Kennedy…
I just wanted to talk to you more about the Walk,
Because these last few years, I’ve,
I’ve been through a lot,
I’ve learned a lot, I’ve seen a lot,
And I’ve grown a lot,
And I wanna tell you about…how i got here)
I gotta practice
Put in the work
not just be yappin
Don’t just wanna chirp
wanna be flappin
My wings like a bird
When I am rappin
Or I’m singin a verse
Cause I wanna get better
I don’t wanna get worse
But hours and days
Are what talent really thirsts for
looking in the past
i didn’t know what i searched for
broken down and empty
depersonalized, heart torn
started writing notes
inside of my first dorm
four years ago
i lived on the fourth floor
in order to cope
poetry became the norm
writing what i felt
in what was my worst form
(What’s wrong with me?)
writing in my notes
but wrote on my phone more
pages were a home
to help me get through the storm
vessels on a screen
is where my heart has been poured
rapping as i write
i started an art form
rappin in my head
but didn’t know what for
did this for a while
so let me hit fast forward
(Click)
(Fast forward)
(Click)
a couple years later
i was searching for the Truth
writing’s therapy
but only covers up the bruise
i had a little skill
but i was lacking a use
I can string together words
in a rhythm or blues
i can brag about bars
as I’m spitting a few
but if the words lack meaning
then they’re just like a tomb
dead and empty
inside there’s no bloom
So what kind of message
am i giving the youth?
Then i met Jesus Christ
not in church or a group
but when i was alone
He showed up in my room
(Woah)
and then i understood
got clarity in my view
to take what i’ve been given
and to step into the booth
understood the reason
that i had this art stored
i was singing out my song
and playing my heart’s chord
but rapping to myself
isn’t just who this is for
so i got a beat, GarageBand
and i just hit record
made a few songs
with what i had on board
then i got a real mic
as i got more absorbed
entered in a realm
i had never explored
started pumping out music
but still wasn’t well informed
i’ve got a lot of songs
of all my lessons and more
tracking ups and downs
last two years have been a war
I even got lost
writing songs that were forced
trying to fit into a box
cause i feared people’s thoughts
traded authenticity
in order to conform
and somewhere along the line
making music became a chore
slowly learning how to edit
and learning how to perform
i got tired of it all
i didn’t wanna put forth
the effort it would take
to move up in the course
felt like i should quit
deleted my exports
then re-uploaded it
after seeing it’s importance
and so i came back
with more lines to record
and now i know for sure
it’s something i can’t ignore
I’ve got a mission here
the reason that i was born
so i hack with an axe
cause I’m breaking down the doors
I’m learning every day
how to forge a sharper sword
train my ears and vocals more
treat the sounds with panel boards
use the software, smelt the ore
of the vocals i record
then hammer it into form
With equipment I upgraded
as my knowledge, it matured
Got an iMac, 8-core
Logic Pro, I paid for
Emptied out all of my pockets
to invest in faith boy
This is what I’m made for
Plant a couple of these seeds
pair it with a rain storm
give me a couple of seasons
And i’ll grow a page farm
doesn’t matter where
if it’s desert or a rain forest
growing with my music
And evolving as i paint more
walking out my story
and my bedroom is a stage for it
Growth
(Forest footsteps)
(Tape clicks)
