selling train of thought, name a artist who could derail

every time I look, every time I love, every time I hope, as always, for us (on the street, I'm still)

as if the birds don't chirp

as the moon jumps over the cow, I contemplate if I should wait to hand over the crown and stick around for a bit longer

j-hope, Cole World

but like a father watching his daughter walk down the altar with tears in his eyes

J in the air

in these streets imbued with someone’s breath

my two feet walk willingly, anywhere

go on hopefully, wherever you walk

to repay you even from afar, just like a butterfly

for the path I’m on to become one of hope, I give my all

J in the air

every time I walk, every time I run, every time I move as always, for us

but like a father watching his daughter walk down the altar with tears in his eyes

holy water that I scooped from the well

fought tooth and a nail just to prevail amongst the ruthless as I move through the field

as if a trillion nerves don't work in the human body

every time I walk, every time I run, every time I move as always, for us

everywhere (I’ll be)