Hip-hop meets reflective storytelling in this meditation about going back to the physical place where it all started and seeing it through the.
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Going back to the physical place where it all started and seeing it through the eyes of who he is now. The distance between then and now measured not in miles but in growth.
This track comes from the Lowcountry marshes where Aaron found wisdom knee-deep in pluff mud. It tackles Going back to the physical place where it all started and seeing it through the eyes of who he is now. The distance between then and now measured not in miles but in growth.. The lyrics get specific — "The house looks smaller now, or maybe I've just grown" — because personal tracks on Majik's are personal for real, not performatively. The soul production matches the energy of the confession. It hits reflective and grateful, in that order. Every personal track in the catalogue comes from a real moment, a real feeling, a real person. This one is no exception.
[verse 1]
Drove back to the spot where I packed my bags at dawn
The house looks smaller now, or maybe I've just grown
The front steps where I sat and signed my Navy papers clean
Look like they belong to someone else's dream
But these are mine, these steps, this crack, this sidewalk tree
This is where the whole thing started, this is ground zero me
No title, no technology, no platform, no brand
Just a kid with nothing but tomorrow in his hand
[chorus]
Look at where I started, look at where I stand
The distance in between is everything I am
Not the miles, not the years, not the titles on the wall
But the getting up, the staying up, the refusing to fall
Look at where I started, barely had a name
Now they call me OG Unicorn, but the kid's still the same
Under everything I've built, under everything I've earned
Is the ground where I started and the fire that burned
[verse 2]
The recruiting office is a smoothie shop now
The library where I studied is still standing, and somehow
It looks like it's been waiting for this version of me
To walk in, find the corner desk, and let the memories
Flood back like a tide I can't control
The books about the Navy, the pamphlets that I stole
Because they were free, like everything I had
Free time, free will, free falling from a launching pad
[chorus]
Look at where I started, look at where I stand
The distance in between is everything I am
Not the miles, not the years, not the titles on the wall
But the getting up, the staying up, the refusing to fall
[bridge]
I know the motivational speakers say this stuff on stage
But I'm saying it in a song from the actual page
Of a life that started here, on this block, on this street
With no connections, no advantages, just two working feet
And a brain that wouldn't quit and a heart too dumb to know
That the odds were stacked so high they shouldn't let me go
But they did, and here I am
[verse 3]
So I sit here on the steps one more time before I leave
And I tell the kid who's still here everything I believe
You're going to make it, kid, it's messy but it's real
Full circle from the starting point, and everything you feel
Right now is fuel
[outro]
Where I started
Where I'm standing
Same person
Different altitude
Same heart
Bigger wings