Debt Paid from Chamomile by Ahnom

It's been a while since I looked at myself/
That, look at the mirror, ask what's good for your health/
That, wonder what is was you did to yourself/
to make you live your life and go from all that sickness to wealth/
Love was something that I thought that I couldn't afford/
but when I started writing lyrics then I booked to record/
it's like my shoulders softened, felt fully restored/
and had faith again that maybe I was good in my core/
I found, carrying the world's weight left me stressed out
something that I let down, then told myself, flex now/
And look, at all you can hold/
Stopped worrying about things I can't control/
'cause, that takes a lot of space/
and is the cause for a lot of heart break and a lot of aches/
But in my arms now are only things worthy of love/
paid for by giving up everything that hurt me enough/ the price of love


It's been quite the journey, been through some things
some say might've hurt me, but I still stand upright/
Though this one life we have can often be a tough fight,/
I'm hurling what it throws back until I get my throne back/
and I'll be looking at my legacy then say I own that/
Every bit of it, every piece of it/
Every bitter part I've savored and it's sweetnesses/
Strengths and weaknesses. Me and steez with it/
saw what was needed then he went to chop and sequence it/
And now we deliver a product of our art/
that of which came to you all from the bottoms of our heart/
but couldn't have been made if only I'd just thought it from the start/
If it weren't for these struggles these words wouldn't exist/
I wouldn't have the grit to stay strong, couldn't persist/
So if you relate at all in your own times of suffering/
then these struggles that we go through, it meant something/ not for nothing

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• charity album
• reflective
• Portland