Touch the Sky
Am I living the dream or am I not
Fresh out the bottom to the top
Will I ever touch the sky
I pray I touch the Sky
She gon' gimme top till her jaws lock
Girl that throat gon' get you to the top
But will you ever touch the Sky
I pray you touch the sky
Fresh out the bottom of the food chain
To Bruce Wayne
Looking out for my city
I hear the call I grab some loose change
My mood swings
Cuz I know I'm bout to do things
That might leave your brains splattered
Where your crew hangs
From my conception
I've been immaculate with it
Procrastinated my vision
For boxes I couldn't fit it
Then my moment of clarity kicked in
I embraced the heat from knowing
I belonged in the kitchen
Now everyday I'm cheffing words
Tales from the dirt fed the fam
Eased the hurt, now we fly like birds
Haven't you heard?
I got herds looking at me for direction
And slaughter houses praying that my vision gets blurred
Who put this one me
Sometimes I wish I could ignore the calling
But the fear of a life without purpose hunts me
That's daunting
My gift is to keep on giving
Till my gift stops giving
Am I living the dream or am I not
Fresh out the bottom to the top
Will I ever touch the sky
I pray I touch the Sky
She gon' gimme top till her jaws lock
Girl that throat gon' get you to the top
But will you ever touch the Sky
I pray you touch the sky
Lessons from pain stick with you
Pleasure is fleeting
When the only way out is through
Sink your teeth in
I've been tryna afloat
Hope keeps me from sinking
There's gotta be a better day
I just gotta keep breathing
This is my leap of faith
I'm trusting the process
Somebody had to step up
And get us outta the projects
I'm praying that my pen skills will
I ain't a prophet
But I'm facing my Goliath
With my inner David rocket
I'm done tryna safe face
Let my tomb stone read "I tried"
Put that on the nights that I cried
Worrying about shelter
Real life, no filter
When life wasn't sweet
The goal was not to grow bitter
The why kept me sane
When the how was insanity
Lives are getting saved
While all you see is the vanity
Through the darkest of shades
I maneuvered with some clarity
Now I emerge a prodigy
Am I living the dream or am I not
Fresh out the bottom to the top
Will I ever touch the sky
I pray I touch the Sky
She gon' gimme top till her jaws lock
Girl that throat gon' get you to the top
But will you ever touch the Sky
I pray you touch the sky
Fresh out the bottom to the top
Will I ever touch the sky
I pray I touch the Sky
She gon' gimme top till her jaws lock
Girl that throat gon' get you to the top
But will you ever touch the Sky
I pray you touch the sky
Fresh out the bottom of the food chain
To Bruce Wayne
Looking out for my city
I hear the call I grab some loose change
My mood swings
Cuz I know I'm bout to do things
That might leave your brains splattered
Where your crew hangs
From my conception
I've been immaculate with it
Procrastinated my vision
For boxes I couldn't fit it
Then my moment of clarity kicked in
I embraced the heat from knowing
I belonged in the kitchen
Now everyday I'm cheffing words
Tales from the dirt fed the fam
Eased the hurt, now we fly like birds
Haven't you heard?
I got herds looking at me for direction
And slaughter houses praying that my vision gets blurred
Who put this one me
Sometimes I wish I could ignore the calling
But the fear of a life without purpose hunts me
That's daunting
My gift is to keep on giving
Till my gift stops giving
Am I living the dream or am I not
Fresh out the bottom to the top
Will I ever touch the sky
I pray I touch the Sky
She gon' gimme top till her jaws lock
Girl that throat gon' get you to the top
But will you ever touch the Sky
I pray you touch the sky
Lessons from pain stick with you
Pleasure is fleeting
When the only way out is through
Sink your teeth in
I've been tryna afloat
Hope keeps me from sinking
There's gotta be a better day
I just gotta keep breathing
This is my leap of faith
I'm trusting the process
Somebody had to step up
And get us outta the projects
I'm praying that my pen skills will
I ain't a prophet
But I'm facing my Goliath
With my inner David rocket
I'm done tryna safe face
Let my tomb stone read "I tried"
Put that on the nights that I cried
Worrying about shelter
Real life, no filter
When life wasn't sweet
The goal was not to grow bitter
The why kept me sane
When the how was insanity
Lives are getting saved
While all you see is the vanity
Through the darkest of shades
I maneuvered with some clarity
Now I emerge a prodigy
Am I living the dream or am I not
Fresh out the bottom to the top
Will I ever touch the sky
I pray I touch the Sky
She gon' gimme top till her jaws lock
Girl that throat gon' get you to the top
But will you ever touch the Sky
I pray you touch the sky
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