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Thats right
Uh
I got you
My rims turn slow whenever I ride by
Out my rearview
The reflection of moonlight
Its breathtakin
Mind racin to new heights
The truth that I percieve
Is found within the seams of the genes which makes me
It seems we livin a lie
On the quest for Kweli's
Just to get by
Becomes hard to cope wit
Like pennies for ya thoughts
That get lost in the ocean
Oh shit, this devotion
To calm my nerves before I get burnt out
Make my way back to shore before the storm breaks out
Then I heard my mom voice
Boy you can't stop now
So I'm in the gym daily
Each day you alive is nothin short of amazin
Don't ever take it for granted
Don't ever say you demand it
That next breath isn't promised
The revolution is televised
And I could never be compromised
I'm just bein honest
Life throws so many curve balls
And I know I can't hit 'em all
But the grind don't stop
I gotta get it all
I gotta get it all
Young black boy
They just wanna see you fall
Locked up
Killed dead
It's nothin at all
But the grind don't stop
I gotta get it all
I gotta get it all
All thanks is to ya'll
All praises above
Who helped a nigga through it
The reason that I could do this
Writin out my dreams
Avoided the devil's schemes
Pen fluid
No magic
No pay attention to static
The naysayin' what have you
I'm lappin these niggas twice
That gust a wind you felt
Is why I'm winnin at life
I hustle wit no days off
Figure one day
All a this finna pay off
Swerve, curve the doubt
This a public announce
I rose from dark nights alone
Sleepin on the couch
Dreamin bout the moment
I could finally make a way
Nowadays nobody's safe
So before I eat
I say grace
The only thing that's gon' save us
All them times you wouldn't play us
Now I'm lookin' like a lottery pick
Straight from College to the majors
Thank God he stayed the same
I'm still me and ain't a damn thang changed
Life throws so many curve balls
And I know I can't hit 'em all
But the grind don't stop
I gotta get it all
I gotta get it all
Young black boy
They just wanna see you fall
Locked up
Killed dead
It's nothin at all
But the grind don't stop
I gotta get it all
I gotta get it all
All they do
Know I can't
Get it all
Get it all
See you fall
Nothin at all
And like that
Our Father which art in Heaven
Ya