One day somebody asked me, “Yo, how you still here?”
Ain’t the weight too heavy? Ain’t the days too severe?
Is it the meds, the breathwork, the strength in your spine?
Is it weed, is it friends, is it fate by design?

See, I don’t got answers, I just know what I know—
Pain comes in waves, but I learn how to float.
Some days I’m a storm, some days I’m the sea,
The only thing real is the knowing in me.