This city. Taught me never to settle. It tested my mettle. Provided pressures that made me press on the brakes. Lessons in levels. Lessons in every single mistake. I questioned the struggle. But now I’ve reached the final stage. I press on the pedal. I get it now, I get it now. Always had the talent I just figure out. How to get it how. I live. And build a blueprint. And pass it to my nieces and nephews so they can use it.

Because it’s hard to be the change you want to see if you don’t see it. Seeing is only the half, it’s even harder to believe. You see it’s part of the path to doubt yourself at every turn. But every turn you take gives you the wisdom to discern. And the strength to lift the weight. When everything is in disarray. It took a while to reach a place where I don’t have to miss a payment. The irony of it all. Is all it took was some faith. Faith in the Lord. Faith in myself. Faith in my greatness.