[Verse 1]
"Ok O, spit your realest
Pick up yo' pen, make sure they feel this
Lift up your head, lift your spirits
You’ve paid your debts, broke, on clearance."

It took me damn near 5 years just to make it here
Get my mind clear, fight fears, til' they disappeared
Write "Dear..." letters to myself, for the world to hear
40+ songs in, redefined "keep it real"

Over honest
Talkin' bout' my problems over sonnets
Different causes always callin'
Call my Sister say "I’m solid"
Call my brother "fix my wallet"
Call my plumber "fix my faucet"
Flow been pouring out
My heart in every song n still ain’t poppin'!

But that’s okay, every track I make
Only makes me better than the other half I hate
Which only makes me better for, what I lack in faith
An open letter that I made, January 28th, it goes....

[Hook]
Don’t let em' see you sweat
Don’t let em' break you down
Don’t let em' sell your worth
Cuz' it ain’t worth your while

Forget the things they say
Don’t let em' break your smile
We all choose our ways
But this world go round

[Verse 2]
I paint a picture, no frame
Hang it with ya, share depictions of pain
Take it with ya, don’t, make me explain
See,maybe baby, God just made me this way

I know the script is the same
All addicted to fame
The click of a name
So vindictive and vain
Link in the chain, see my mission is change
I rap with soul of minimum wage and this thing they call…

FAITH
And I ain’t gon' break!
In a world full of hate
I escape
To a place
Made of 808s, snares n shakes, where I can take a break, and meditate
With hopes, that someone else can relate

Cuz I’m, hard to reach
I toss in sleep
I sob n' weep
But the cost is steep
When you tryna' be
Everything that you wanna be
Going off on beats
With everything that bothers me
"You call it Hip-hop or r&b?"
It's from my book of art
Unorthodox
O has never looked the part
Works a job
Around the clock
Cloudy thoughts, told me stop
A couple thousand lost, an album dropped, it almost took my heart
Again, I've been forced to walk
Over molten hot, coals n rocks, and mountain tops
Counting days until the counting stopped
Not on blogs, don’t got it all
But everything I've ever lost, I only found in God, see!

[Hook]
Don’t let em' see you sweat
Don’t let em' break you down
Don’t let em' sell your worth
Cuz' it ain’t worth your while

Forget the things they say
Don’t let em' break your smile
We all choose our ways
But this world go round

[Verse 3]
First off, thank you to God
Second off thank you to Mom, and pops
And
Beelo, Rima, Samy, Rany, Osama, Firas, Saj n Salman
Samer
Everybody
The squad!

If my songs don’t blow up, does that mean I’m not bomb?
If I ain’t right does it mean that I’m wrong?
If I ain’t yelling does it mean that I’m calm?
I’m gone, see, you can’t see, I’m on this thing that they call

FAITH!
And I ain't gon break
No I ain't gon break baby
No I ain't gon break baby
I'm on this thing called, FAITH