I grew up in a place where they told you what to chase, told you how to run the race. Every move was on the page, but i didnt like their way had to fight and misbehave. I had to find a way to change. I had to leave to find my way caught up in a daydream. I beat my mind up here, almost daily its how it costs time, no opinions safely its. How i understand what i want in this place cause everybody want to tell you bad things. What could go wrong? What fame brings but success is a finicky thing and if you aint sure no itll never be Music, myself, Music, Music, i will run run away. I dont have to plan it. I can go my faith, you wont understand it all alone: thats, okay, people. I cant stand man, they dont. Want me to change. Keep me where im standing and i dont wan na, be where i more take a am.