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I'm feeling tired and the pain shows
Such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go, gotta be strong by myself now, such a long road.
So, so cold, weaken all my bones,but I gotta work hard just to reach my goal
Such a long way to go, so many miles left but I'm here now
[Joe Budden]
Please Lord something gotta give
They say for every negative there's a positive.
But I aint positive for every buck deposited,
We still in the hood livin like hostages.
And never mind colleges,
School of hard knock scholarship dealing with politics,
I would just sell success in the store if i could bottle it
But, I aint a millionaire won't see me Forbes son
Life is like a beach chair when you can afford one.
Ruger loaded just in case the war come,
Might as well everything is comin to the forefront.
Need a clear head just to think
And f** a drink and my two-step n***a
I'm two-steps from a drink.
So pressure either bust pipes or it make diamonds,
No matter how high up the mountain, I stay climbing.
Freedom I keep chancing,
So if I fall like Beyonce I just get back up and keep dancing.
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[Mr. Probz]
Never met a goal that I couldn't reach,
Never been a lesson I couldn't teach.
I done been through the world and back,
f** school I got all the facts.
All I do is stand tall,
When they got my back against the wall,
When it's game time all we do is ball.
My n***as'll be here in one call, one call.
When sh** gets heavy all I do is pick up the phone
Aint gotta go through nothing alone,
When sh** get heavy all I do is pick up the phone
Aint gotta walk through this world alone, if I'm on my own.
I keep on standing on my own 2 feet
Everytime that I cry, when I sweat, when I bleed
See nothing can stop me no nothing except me
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[Joe Budden]
I'm chasing after pies with bags under my eyes,
You looking at my representative mask is a disguise,
And I don't do things like I used to.
The past is the past,
I'm presently thinkin' bout the future.
Certain n***as bettin I fall,
I'm speed joggin through the quick sand,
I'm jugglin 3 medicine balls
See I'm coming up, used to share a room with 2 cellmates
Now I tower over the devil but this aint Hell Date.
Long way to go I see my feet getting blisters.
I dare em' talk to me like Mike Richards
Or play Don Imus, and think its cool to disrespect our sisters
I guess we got a while fore' they actually get the picture.
I think about Virginia Tech, think about Katrina.
n***as that caught Sean Bell slippin with the nina.
A day before the wedding,
Safety off the weapon,
Though all these things play in my head
I keep steppin'.
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