When I restring my guitar,
I break a peg,
So I order some new stuff,
Here before long enough,
I’m playing again,
More than twinkle twinkle little star,
My own shiz,
I’m doing my own biz.

For when I play my own song,
It comes from my heart,
Those feelings I felt,
Relived, healing.

I choose what I sing,
I choose what I write,
When I write it my way it comes with good might.

There’s enough in my life to fill up a book,
You have no idea the effort it took,
To build up myself,
To get where I am,
Confidence and vulnerability.

To say with each string,
What my heart is feeling,
It took a new form, uncovering.

To play out this beat,
To play out a tune,
It’s all coming out of my fingers so soon.

As I tune my guitar,
To play more than the star,
I want to try something else,
I want to raise my bar,

So I’ll start at the bottom,
I’ll start with my hand,
Fixing up my guitar,
I’ll work it out,
I use to go sit in a pout,
Recently I got the courage to let it all out.

I began writing,
I began rap,
I began singing,
I began, chap,

When I’m done,
I’ll talk to you,
Yes I’ll come,
And I’ll ask you,
If you want a song,
For a loved one,
For someone to sing along,

A life story,
A memorable moment,
Snippets of the day,
Captured in a forever song.