Version 2.0

They hated that version of me,
That version of me-was tiring, you heard it from me,
Be careful with the rumors,
Be careful with assumptions,
I was a late bloomer,
Who Fell victim to presumptions,
Fell victim to the fact that I just had to hate something,
I wasn’t at peace,
-but still, was tryna find my piece,
Was tryna find a reason for belief,
-I don’t believe that was evil, just in need of some,-relief,
I poured my blessings in a cup, I took a fall-and watched it leak,
I tried my best, I passed the test,-I wasn’t chosen to be weak,
I write my poems,-i sing my songs, 
For me it’s normal,
I just feel like I should like I should warn you, 
I refuse to slaughter sheep
[Hook]
I made my peace with the pain, it don’t live in me,
Took the blame, found the grace, that’s the victory,
I ain’t perfect, but the truth, it still visits me,
Every scar is just a mark of what was meant to be…..
They hated that version, but I still emerged,
Took the hurt, turned it holy, every wound I purged,
Walking through the fire-
Many lessons came with many burns,
I was lost, now I’m learning what my purpose serves,
I refuse to fake peace, for the sake of empty words……

Hip hop, jazz-hip hop, blues-hip hop