I’ve walked the streets, with my eyes downcast,

Haunted by the echoes of a troubled past,

My dreams deferred, ambitions drowned,

In the noise of the Southside, my hope was bound.

 

Strife was a companion, heavy and grim,

And in the alleys of doubt, my vision grew dim,

I wrestled with choices, and paths I had crossed,

Questioning my future, while contemplating the cost.

 

But in the back of a squad car, one rainy night,

There was a spark clarity, as a result of that fight,

 

I learned that regret is a thief in disguise,

It feeds on your heart, and darkens the skies,

But as I watched and I waited, I started to see,

The power of letting go, was setting me free.

 

So I shed all the strife, like a snake sheds its skin,

Embracing my flaws, I let the healing begin,

For growth is a journey, not bound by your past,

In the soil of this struggle, new roots hold fast.

 

Now I walk with a purpose, my head held high,

No longer a prisoner, I reach for the sky,

With each step forward, I let out this sigh,

“Let that shit go bro” and learn how to fly.

 

In the heart of the Southside, I found my way,

From the darkness to the dawn, I’m seizing every day,

My mind once had shackles, but now they are gone,

Now the light of tomorrow, is what my life’s on.

 

“Let that Shit Go Bro”

 

Uncle Rob