Chorus

You told me to stand up you told me to be strong
Trynna find my path but I’m so far gone
I been waiting on this corner for so goddam long
But you told me stand up!
You told me to hold on, what the fuck you mean?

Verse 1

My knees so weak
I got callus on my feet
From all this fucking concrete
But I’m still alive, so
I could never cry, I’mma
Grown ass man, better
Whipe your eyes…
See I’m still here, so I guess I’m doing fine
I’m trynna build mountains
My intelligent design
My literary mind
Drop bombs that’ll blow
Like they literally mines.
The shit is so divine
So if I ever die
Bury me with beats, or
You can spread my ashes on the Far Rock beach, cuz
Everything I said was for them Far Rock streets where
Everything you wanted was to far from your reach
My forearms bare
My rolled up sleeves, but I gotta thank God
No scars that I keep
‘cept the ones on the heart
the ones on the soul
I wonder if it matters if I never get the gold x3

Chorus

Verse 2

What you fuck you mean
I’m trynna stay clean
I got snipers on the roof trynna kill my dreams
Running out of patience
Running out of time, pallbearers move a casket
Through the center of my mind
I’m your only friend that aint resort to crime
I’m the only star that had dared to shine
I was birthed in grime
My access denied
To the food and the water most take for granted
I was takin them chaces
I was looking for answers
I was with the devil doing 2-step dances
In a past life I was rolling with the Panthers
Shot down by cops, I wouldn’t put my hands up-
FUCK YALL!
I shoot darts with each bar
Is like art, Mozart
And most all, I did it from the heart
I did it from the soul
I wonder if it matters if I never get the gold x3

Chorus

What fuck you mean?
It aint all what it seems
My hand-me down jeans
Got me busting through the seems
Call me top dolla, you don’t know
RASHEEM, you don’t know
Where I been, you don’t know
What I seen
My whole life was like a Spike Lee Scene
I seen handcuff when I was 14
They said, “wake up no time to dream, so
You better stand up no time to lean!”
But I…go hard go after this
Till I’m a mothafuckin star like asterisk
Flow godly, like I’m blasphemous
I write rhymes on the rooftops of Nazareth
And…I climb mountains, you climb charts
I gain knowledge, you only trynna look smart
Homey where your heart?
Homie where your soul?
Don’t you know that every thing that glitters aint gold? x3

FUCK THIS!