Concrete Roads

Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that
leads to destruction, and many enter through it
Matthew 7:13
Half of me emotion, half is ambitious
The other me, dysfunctional, that’s what I call trouble
Take you back to memory lane, south boulevard shit
Reminisce those days when I used to cry for days like this
I touch the stove to see if my soul can bleed air
Life ain’t fair, you gotta play the battlefields to make it fair
These days got me thinking about my race, focus on materials
Makes the poor look disgrace, bunch of fakes
I learn to win by finding reasons why i always lose
Everybody plays a fool, we’re born to make mistakes too
Why you breaking the law? Man your head ain’t even straight
We was pushing through the pain to see another day
I wanna reach to the fans, they can’t grab my Attention
They out of focus, it’s my vision, they can’t listen
Life can test us all, it’s us to pass the curriculum/
On these concrete roads, surpass every minimum
Levitate, from my own mistakes
Only way to make it big is to demonstrate (hey)
Elevate, Elevate, Elevate
There’s levels to this, no debate
Only god can judge me, Carry my own strength (hey)
Grew up from a concrete, these roads was meant for me (hey)
I was chose this path to beat the odds in my own city (hey)
Elevate, Elevate, Elevate
There’s levels to this, no debate
Wake up every morning thanking god every day (hey)
They call me a mute, well confused
A quiet boy with nothing to lose
Supposed to speak my mind, when I was mind fucked
My ass whopped, in and out, I ate too much to clean it out
Almost runaway the day the storm turned to cold turkey
I can’t relate but relate the ones who feel trapped at fate
Wanna feel like a saint, and a king
Aim at supreme, my hat get cream, Wu Tang Thang
Protect my name, shame on somebody, who hate somebody
Who kills somebody, cause they got what they don’t have
That’s a sad fact, this is me coming from the heart
The hood and the streets don’t love you like your parents do (true)
I can cause trouble on any street, that I speak (true)
Everybody feels like a death, feels like depression
Blame it on recession, shifted my brain, no concussion
Put my walls up to protect me like your browser
Can I live? I wanna see the world, who wants to see me
I’m working more harder than Lucy who wants me
Just to tell me shit, but I ain’t with that bullshit, girl I’m sorry