Destiny Awaits

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Jalan Veasley

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Hook:
Ain’t no looking back. Yeah, you know the path I’m on
It awaits, see my destiny awaits
Let me tell you, it’s okay. ‘Cause one day, yeah, I know I’ll hold the throne
It awaits, see my destiny awaits 

Manifest
Ask me if I got it, I say, “Yes I do.”
With the cards I’m dealt, I’m ‘bout to make my move
Can’t control the world, control my attitude 

Verse 1:
Windy Hill by the Western Inn I was stressed 
Sleeping in the whip, peanut butter dip, with the bread, I was pressed.
Now I’m at the Horizon, my horizon is up next
Loud and clear, no Verizon. I’m deciding what’s next

Now I care where my mind is, gotta minus the regret 
Gotta minus all the spineless. Don’t engage, I just redirect
Seeing timeless what my grind is. No decay. I just resurrect.
Real runner, real runner, even when I’m down bad I’m blessed 

Real runner, real runner, stack a couple bands, then I make it stretch 
Real runner, real runner, it’s a marathon, I ain’t out of breath
Field runner, hill runner, it don’t even matter. Trails imma trek
Boxes imma check. Bottles imma pop. Celebrate success. Got a lot in store. Dare to inspect?

Not anymore. I was upset.
Not anymore. Felt like a threat.
Not anymore. Now I reset
Imma endure. Headed for the jet
I’ll be sure I’m off on my own 
It’s a lonely road, but I ain’t alone 
Real runners with me, we gon’ run the globe
Vision in my sight, imma let you know that there
Ain’t no looking back. Yeah, you know the path I’m on
It awaits, see my destiny awaits
Let me tell you, it’s okay. ‘Cause one day, yeah, I know I’ll hold the throne
It awaits, see my destiny awaits 

Manifest
Ask me if I got it, I say, “Yes I do.”
With the cards I’m dealt, I’m ‘bout to make my move
Can’t control the world, control my attitude 

R.I.P. my people, that’s on me
R.I.P. my ego, that’s on Coley and Lacy
R.I.P.  self-conscious, R.I.P anxiety 
R.I.P. the things that hinder me from being me. Be

Careful with it, be respectful it. If you disregard it, someone else will get it
So you better guard it like a golden ticket. Or then maybe Harden. Now my goals are tending 
To make everybody take up notice with it.
Post up with it. Post-it notes with quotes up in ‘em
Now I’m on a focal rhythm. Vocalizing hopefulness, and your position drown

Aw man, they done tested my faith 
Aw man, they done messed with my fate
My guess, my best on the way
My destiny–it awaits
Aw man, they done tested my faith 
Aw man, they done messed with my fate
My guess, my best on the way
My destiny–it awaits

Aw man, they done tested my faith 
Aw man, they done messed with my fate
My guess, my best on the way
My destiny–it awaits
Aw man, they done tested my faith 
Aw man, they done messed with my fate
My guess, my best on the way
My destiny–it awaits


Section 108, Row R, Seat 18
Just graduated Richardson, I was 18
11:46 on a Friday eve
July 1-4, year before 2018
AAC, Victory for the AV
Easy to see how our destiny relates, g. 
Let me break it down while I’m searching for the stub
‘Cause I think I struck gold like your own home state, g 

Damn. Touched at five? Well so was I.
Daddy issues, institutionalized.
Auntie is a man. Remember word to Jas?
Fucked some Mary-Anns, top and bottom stats
Crushing on this Whitney. She a Gemini.
Bi-polar brother, same name as you. Bonded over Cole. Forest Hills the glue.
Intern with Sony. Marketed the “Boo”

I was gonna wait ‘til I went on tour or something. I was gonna wait ‘til I won awards for something 
But I had to come clean ‘cause you on to something 
Always knew there was a reason, we united in grief, ‘cause 
Somehow, our two lives were parallel 
Get it? D-A-Double “L”, pair of L’s
What I smoke as I coped through your fairy tales
Who knew you were a star all alone yourself

Walking by Harper park, they bumping Pac
And I still see no changes. Just the way it is 
Now I’m on MLK bumping morality, I hope my man inside the mirror lives.
Compared you to MJ when TPAB had hit. Apparently messages lost in translation.
But don’t you be worried. I’ve studied your stories. I’ll make sure they’re passed to the next generation. So

Go ahead, get out your box, mister
You can let your hair down and then rock, mister
Sir, I’m 23 peeping the plot, mister
No one really got Hip-Hop on lock, mister 
So I’ll head for the MARTA, while “Crown” is still playing 
But I’m my own artist. Comparisons tainted
See I ain’t no legend, no. I ain’t no savior 
No, I ain’t Harlow or Cordae

F*ck nigga, it’s Jalan
Gen Z the creation 
Don’t ride in the latest
And my trunk is the basement

And I struggle with addiction 
But nah, I ain’t even tripping 
This here my redemption. Gotta get a grip
Gotta shot at my mission. “Why you still sitting? Get off yo ass, bruh!”

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