Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Never Look Back
This is how it started and you won't believe it/Like a crook in the night the boy was thief'n/He was broke and hungry and had no other choice/Like trying to be heard but without a voice/So he hustled and grinded until he got what he needed/But kept it low key so he couldn't be defeated/Looking for food and whatever else he could get/Cause all of his life he never had shit/People always told him that he wouldn't become anything/Not a man, not a dad, no husband, no wedding ring/But all that talk just added fuel to the flame/Cause this kid had heart and was about to change the game/So he started to rearrange and turn the page/He could see himself in lights and on a bigger stage/Things became more clear and the sun started to shine/He too like the sun grew bright but within his mind/The checks started comin and so did his success/Bye Bye went all the pain, the anger and the stress/He had arrived and had finally made it/And never looked back to all those who hated.
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