(Verse1)
God forgive
Cause I'm still just tryin' to live
Young black boy with so much give
They try cut me off yé they wanna take a limb
So I'm looking up at Jesus as I try to sing the hymn
Cause they don't want me they just want him
They want the "illest realist lyricist
Who got a certificate for k**ing it"
But that part of me is starting to die
Ask why
I guess the dream within me is just starting to die
But I haven't showed my true colours so I guess I'm bout to dye
But it's soft because I came to testify
We are the chicks and we're about to test to fly
Yes were about to touch the sky
The early bird gets the worm
But it's the one that goes mad with power sit and watch it squirm
I got my hand on the firm
And if you ain't learn your lesson boi well your about to learn
(Chorus)
Can't believe that I'm surviving
Can't believe that I'm still thriving
Can't believe that I'm still striving
Can't believe a homie in the penitentiary
Can't believe a homie Locke down for a century
Can't believe it hit my heart so heavily
Can you feel all my words through my melody
Verse 2
Go back to days like this
And reminisce
Rapping till day end a little caterpillar
In it's chrysalis
When vision was seen much less about the green
No need to intervene
But now it's time to change our optical's
Now materialistic is the obstacle
Is that why we persecute
Depends your angle on it is guess the human mind is acute
Cause we wanna be like everyone
Instead our selves
Would you really get a book if it was the same on every shelf
But the human Mind wants to do what's right
Found in the words I write
Trying to find the light cause at the end of the day it's either fight or flight
Cause we've lost sight
Tryin' to find the site
Speak the truth then try to exit us
Slap them with rule book show'em straight to exodus
(Chorus)
Can't believe that I'm surviving
Can't believe that I'm still thriving
Can't believe that I'm still striving
We gon get there so keep on grinding
Life is a boat and it must row on why…
Cause life goes on
You want a victory so pa** the Baton
If you think it's a joke then press my bu*tons
Let a young youth from the six come carry on
This ain't baggage boy this ain't no carry on
Imma keep going at from night till dawn
Till my last breath gone
I keep it real with you homie this ain't no once upon
Use or be used neither I am not a pawn
I keep it fresh and green like a new cut lawn
Chill and speak the truth that's a message from the Don