somewhere in my steps

I did as a man once. N somewhere I my steps I forgot how to be one. I did tall n was proud of what I was. N it didn't have anything to do with luv. It's who I was n what I did that made me, me. Yet somehow I'm searching for a way to set myself free. Climb back out n stand as if I've never fallen. N the echo if who I was diesnt seem to wanna whisper, let alone start talkin. But one thing is for sure that remaibs a fact. I will not fade n most definitely will never live in the past. The man in me is there cuz I can feel him hidin. Waitin n anticipatin it's own time to come from within me fightin.