One day I’ll get over this anguish that’s been lingering/
one day I’ll learn to live life instead of tinkering.
One day I’ll accept the fact you’re no longer with me/
when that day comes, I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me.
This ain’t another rap song this is something different/
these are my confessions the musical equivalent.
One day I pray to see your pic without crying/
one day when I say I’m at peace I won’t be lying.
One day I’ll forgive myself for not putting our differences/
aside instead of letting pride interfere creating distance.
One day I’ll muster up the courage of my convictions/
and visit your gravesite without backing out like a chicken.
One day I hope to do better than when you saw me last/
and exercise all these demons from my f*cking past.
One day when I think of you it won’t be thoughts of sadness/
as I look up to the sky like Sounds of Blackness.


But today ain't the day homie, today ain't the day.
I said today ain't that day homie, today ain't the day.
But maybe one day.






One day I’ll stop being consumed with childhood rage/
scribbling angerly about my life over this page.
One day I’ll come to terms with the fact you didn’t love me/
cause I felt the hatred behind every hit when you punched me.
One day when I think of you it won’t be thoughts of violence/
I don’t view you as a matriarch you’re more of a tyrant.
One day I’ll forget how you tried to poison my mother/
or how you stole from my father and turned us against each other.
One day I’ll forgive you for saying I wasn’t family/
driving my mother's mental health to the brink of insanity.
One day I can try moving on/
leaving the past in the past after I finish this song.
Maybe one day I can get over the way that you crushed me and called me ugly/
mocked my dark skin and said no one could ever love me.
Maybe one day I could be the bigger man and still love you/
instead of ripping your picture, screaming f*ck you!


But today ain't the day b*tch, today ain't the day.
I said today ain't that day b*tch, today ain't that day.
But maybe one day.




One day I can rap without trying to impress the masses/
one day I’ll be able to free myself from these shackles.
One day I can spit without trying to think of a metaphor/
the sky's my limit and I'm blazing through like a meteor.
Ugh, I f*cking did it again/
maybe one day I'll take more of a risk with the pen.
Perhaps one day I'll view criticism from these critics as nothing more/
then a helping hand pushing me to places, I've never been before.
One day maybe I won't care for being number one/
mama said just hold on tight and your day will come.
One day I can let go of the thought of being overlooked/
for rappers who don't pack the right flavoring cause they're undercooked.
One day I'll be confident with every word I'll ever say/
until that day I'm practicing in the mirror like Issa Rae.
And one day I'll be content with my position/
until then capturing every ear is my mission.


Well, today is the day homie, today is the day
I said today is the day homie, today is the day.