Spent the whole day
Trapped inside his head
Tripping \'bout the childhood
Wondering where the time went

Running through the dirt
Young and reckless in the street
Now it is midnight
Heavy shoes underneath his feet

Staring at the wall
Trying to find a piece of peace
Everybody asking what
The future is gonna release

Ali Boubacar Bonkano trying
To figure out what the hell is in store
Fucking with the ghosts
While he is walking through a war

Why it gotta feel heavy?
Why they pulling on his sleeve?
Why they only want the version
Of him they wanna see?

Carrying the weight
Staring blindly at the floor
Wondering where the time went
What the hell he is fighting for?

Can a nigga catch a break?
Get away from all the noise?
Tired of the games
And these childish-ass boys

Maybe he should let it go
Clear out all the doubt
Stop trying to fix the things
He cannot figure out

Bonkano tired of being tired
Still walking through the night
Running out of gas
But holding on tight

Maybe when the morning comes
He will finally see the light
Ali Boubacar Bonkano
Carrying this weight
But he is gonna be alright

Good news, good news, good news
That is all they wanna hear
Nobody wanna see a real nigga
Break down in tears

They hate it when he is low
Then they question when he rise
He just need a little peace
Do not need another fight

Always saying sorry
Just to keep the peace alive
Half the time he do not even know
The reason why he strive

Building up a masterpiece
Then tearing it apart
Trying to find some quiet
In the middle of the dark

Sometimes the truth sounds funny
When it leaves the tongue
Thinking \'bout the days
When Bonkano was reckless and young

Heard they do not talk about him
Like they used to on the block
But he is still putting in the hours
Still steady on the clock

Far away from enemies
And fair-weather friends
Looking for a place
Where the pressure finally ends

Maybe he is just late
But he is gonna make it there
Take this weight off the shoulders
Breathe the open air

People keep telling him
To slow down, but fuck that
He has been chasing this dream
Ain\'t turning back

If the pressure gets too heavy
And he break
He will rebuild himself
From every piece that it takes

Bonkano tired of being tired
Still walking through the night
Running out of gas
But holding on tight

Maybe when the morning comes
He will finally see the light
Ali Boubacar Bonkano
Carrying this weight
But he is gonna be alright

Good news, good news, good news
That is all they wanna hear
Nobody wanna see a real nigga
Break down in tears

They hate it when he is low
Then they question when he rise
He just need a little peace
Do not need another fight

Ain\'t gotta be a psychic
To know this ain\'t heaven
Some nights feel like hell
When the clock hits eleven

Night gets quiet
But his mind gets loud
All these unanswered questions
Hanging over him now

\"What if he fails?
What if he falls?
What if he loses everything
He built after all?\"

Then he hears that little voice saying
\"Get up, keep going!\"

Maybe that is the part of Bonkano
That is still growing

He remembers being young
Never thinking this far
Never knowing how heavy
A dream could get on the heart

Now he is looking at the road like
\"Where does it end?\"
Trying to separate the real
From the fair-weather friend

He do not need everybody
Just need some peace
Somewhere he can breathe
And finally let his mind release

No more carrying the past
Like it is chained to his name
No more letting every outside voice
Control his lane

He has been through the pressure
He has been backed to the wall
Still standing here
Even after every fall

Maybe happiness ain\'t somewhere
Waiting at the door
Maybe he gotta build it
From the shit he has been through before

So if tomorrow comes
And he is still not where he planned
He will take another step
And keep moving where he can

He do not have every answer
But he know one thing for sure
Ali Boubacar Bonkano
Made it through the night
And he is still looking for more

The morning is getting closer
He can feel it in the air
The weight ain\'t gone completely
But he is learning how to bear it

He spent too many years
Trying to make everybody understand
Now Bonkano walking
Toward the light
With his future in his hands

No more looking
Through the window
No more waiting
At the door

He survived everything behind him
He do not need it anymore

One step
One breath
One day at a time

And when he finally reach
The other side
He will know the whole damn journey
Was his

Stepping through a clean
Unbroken door

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