Let Them Grow

Yeah, we're raising up runway kids. Whole world yelling what they should

be, what they is. Everybody's got a label they want to pin.

But damn, when I was young, I barely made it through the

spin. Yeah, pressure on their backs like a stack of bricks.

Tell 'em pick a path quick, better lock it in thick. But they're twelve,

thirteen, still learning what a real choice means. Still growing into

their own skin. And I'm not here to judge who they are inside.

I just wanna slow the world down, give 'em time. Let 'em run,