I’ve been going to therapy for the past few months—trying to understand the patterns behind my thought process.

What keeps me stuck? What makes me move?

The truth is, I’ve always been someone who over-analyzes—myself, my environment, my presence in a room. It’s how I learned to survive and succeed. I’ve described it as trying to outmaneuver the future—a never-ending calculation of how I should show up to avoid being misunderstood or overlooked.

One day, I was just a kid obsessed with 2Dopeboyz. Spending hours diving through underground releases, mimicking flows, building my sound, my identity. And like most of us, one day…

I scrolled those blogs and played those artists for the last time.

That part of me still lingers.

These days, I find myself in rooms with people who don’t think like me, who can’t relate to my reference points, my philosophies, my mental fabric.

And that fabric—the one I’ve always worn—can sometimes feel like a dress code for failure.

I feel out of place. Not because I’m wrong.

But because I’m non-conforming.

And if I’m being honest, I often leave those spaces questioning my value—even when the resume says otherwise.

This is the modern artist’s dilemma:

How do you strive for greatness while staying grounded in who you are?

How do you make peace with your authenticity when the world isn’t designed to validate it?

I guess I’m writing this as a reminder:

Trust the process.

But don’t conform to what you think you need to become in order to be seen.

I’m still that kid, scrolling the blogs in my mind.

Still chasing that feeling.

Still trying to embody it—everywhere I go.

Maybe that’s the problem.

Or maybe… that’s the point.

If you’re interested, there’s a new tee up on my website and it’s inspired by this exact concept. Maybe it’s cope, maybe it’s dope. Idk.

“A Shaky Contract With Time” Tee now available.

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