Wrote this one on a night when the walls felt too close and the static in the air was just too loud. You know how it go...one minute you staring at the ceiling wondering why everything feel heavy... the next you running through every single thing trying to take you out.... the bills, the doubt, the noise, the internet trolls, and let's not forget the old scripts people tried to hand you before you even knew who you were.

This aint some polished, sanitized track. It’s an unfiltered conversation in the middle of a bad day. It’s a hand reached out to anyone else sitting in the dark right now feeling weird, mad, or invisible.

We all out here trying to keep it 2gether on this choppy sea. But while we bailing water, we might as well turn it into a bop. Christ slept right through that storm, and this rocky boat ain't about to stress us today.

We off the script. Let's improvise.