Growth [prod. Homage]

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)