[Introduction]
I think the biggest thing for me is easily being able to speak to the trials I've seen. A perfect king, life has deemed there is no such thing. And there's only so much sympathy and empathy you can gift a g before it seems [exploitive, we] as [human beings] only have so much energy to release before we begin to seep and allow other things to intervene...

Life, generally. Mistakes are made. Constantly. Thank God for the potter's hand that's able to redeem the sharpest points of me. The parts that make me scornful or bitter, but the damage I cause make me reconsider it's similar to a post-nut clarity the way the anger flees and I'm left to grieve about the scene that I've caused...

But lately it's self-inflicted. Misplaced trust in friendships, relationships that have key moments that I've missed and, errant attempts to rekindle kinship between estranged friends that's gone missing, all for me to remember why the hell they were estranged in the first place. My mental the last few months was in the worst place. No music, I didn't want to create, the only Ink that didn't make me an-gry was the one that produced this EP in the first place.

But nothing good's ever come from hate besides fire music and some dope Tip mixtapes, so me having my focus misplaced makes for a project with some genuine takes, so hey...

[Hook]
Came a long way from being broken on floors /
Now i take my hurt and sell it all digital /
Putting back the pieces cuz it's still beautiful /
Funny how the title resonates with the soul, Kintsugi /

[Verse 1]
Still addicted to penmanship when its hitting different /
Still relentless when gritting through all the pain and grinnin' /
Still a scholar in this one while you just surface skimming /
Do what I want with these flows, the raps are indentured /
I clap at pilgrims, that's how I celebrate Thanksgiving /
Knock the stuffing outta turkeys with the things I've written /
I ain't trippin, my angle remains gifted/
on the offensive but I ain't switching like Lane Kiffin /
Avoiding fake David Blaines, I forgot to mention/
I came from nothing, basically had one pot to piss in /
Side of the road, Martin Luther King living/
in a trailer ill-positioned at the top of a ravine, listen /
Right across the street my cousins celebrated Christmas /
Tuskegee, Alabama instilled that fighting spirit /
So every time you see the switch flip for competition /
I'm envisioning making sure im impacting different /

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Came a long way from aiming iron at domes /
Sounds hard as hell ‘til you peep I'm meaning my own /
Preteen adjustments had me feeling alone /
Thinking to perform actions God wouldn't condone /
Depression got a grip, creativeness was the tone /
Or rather the outlet that helped me to keep my own /
wits about me really, so even when I was young /
I was well-versed in putting my soul in songs /
So now when I perform I black out on every stage and /
Give it all my all regardless of condemnation /
from gatekeepers that over-critique and lowball on payments /
I know my worth, won’t step foot on connected pavement /
to do a favor or help out in your situation /
without you sending papers detailing my compensation /
I need all of my duckets boi and I ain't playin /
Retired doctor hustle no wonder I'm outta patience...