Revival - sans

Writing with my eyes closed, revival

From the opposite state where we shoot the five-o

HI tide flow, ancients from the HNL

Raised me well, sent me to sea

They filled me with the spirit and made me a sail

Trying to put my city on, I ain’t aiming to fail

But no matter how long I travel, I know where home is

Spin the globe, but keep coming home because I’m homesick

No intentions of keeping up with the Joneses

I’m lapping the pack cause when I go, I goes in

Lot of friends left and won’t come back soon

Rep my city on the map, running out of thumbtacks

Still insecure, still afraid you won’t like this

Still unsure if I’m comfortable with my likeness

First world problems, imposter syndrome

Wish it were enough to be beloved by my kinfolk

If I stop making art, will I die?

Probably not, but if I stop making art who am I?

I am a shadow who is trying to be honest

Teachers said he had potential, so my life is a promise

Who is it to?

Who am I to you?

Who am I when the beat ends and this song is through?

Who am I when the record stops spinning on the last track

And my voice lives in your memory as a flashback?