She asked me one night in a room half dark,
“How you still kind when the streets get hard?”
I looked at the moon through the screen frame,
and said, “You learn it slow, you learn it through pain.”
The stars didn’t answer, but the wind sure sighed,
like it knew the times I cried.

Kind ain’t easy, no, it ain’t free —
takes a heart that’s been down on its knees.
Comes from knowing what cold feels like,
comes from walking without no light.
Kind ain’t easy, but it’s all I know —
that’s how even the softest seeds grow.

I’ve seen hard men spit and slam the door,
and sweet talk turn to a thunder roar.
But I found peace in a stranger’s eyes,
and I learned that hurt can civilize.
There’s a quiet strength in giving more,
when the life’s too broke to keep score.

Kind ain’t easy, no, it ain’t free —
takes a heart that’s been cracked at the seams.
Comes from loss and comes from rain,
comes from fighting not to be the same.
Kind ain’t easy, but it’s what I choose —
it’s how I make my black to blues.

There’s dirt beneath these clean up hands,
I’ve dug my calm from bitter lands.
You don’t show soft from livin’ gone smooth,
you earn your grace with something to prove.
I don’t thank the ache, but I bless the day,
It taught me how to stay.

Kind ain’t easy, no, it ain’t free —
takes a heart that’s healed from injury.
Comes from silence, comes from scars,
from headin’ home under no stars.
Kind ain’t easy, but I’ll stay true —
’cause the world gets mean, but I’ll shine through.

Kind Ain't Easy

Myk Eff Records