The First Time
Listening to what the minister say
Then I take quick glance at his car
How much did the minister pay
Or pray just to get that far
If I had that answer
I wouldn't be where I am
And you wouldn't be where you are
Don't start with me
I'm not in the mood
I need food like y'all
This man bought it with 50
Grand on the table
The nun is enabling
Highway robbery
Directing the stairway to heaven
Channel 11
Everyday lottery plays on television
I'm down on my luck
And That's the definition
Of tryna win a draw for the poor and living
My limitation
Does not affect my creation
I'm frustrated
Had to kill most demons inside to realize
The devil was the figment of a vivid Imagination that I couldn't never hide
Like Kweli said we tryna get by
And Ali bred a generation of butterflies
I read between lines
And Crossed my enemy
I seen green skies
But lost the energy
To believe in the lies
They spoke so heavily
I lean to the side
My family's ebony
I can't let it get to me
I'm on the right path
In spite of a graph
I'm on the last half
With my last leg, I fight against the past
And remember the first time I wanted to rap
I got passion
Then I take quick glance at his car
How much did the minister pay
Or pray just to get that far
If I had that answer
I wouldn't be where I am
And you wouldn't be where you are
Don't start with me
I'm not in the mood
I need food like y'all
This man bought it with 50
Grand on the table
The nun is enabling
Highway robbery
Directing the stairway to heaven
Channel 11
Everyday lottery plays on television
I'm down on my luck
And That's the definition
Of tryna win a draw for the poor and living
My limitation
Does not affect my creation
I'm frustrated
Had to kill most demons inside to realize
The devil was the figment of a vivid Imagination that I couldn't never hide
Like Kweli said we tryna get by
And Ali bred a generation of butterflies
I read between lines
And Crossed my enemy
I seen green skies
But lost the energy
To believe in the lies
They spoke so heavily
I lean to the side
My family's ebony
I can't let it get to me
I'm on the right path
In spite of a graph
I'm on the last half
With my last leg, I fight against the past
And remember the first time I wanted to rap
I got passion
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Writer(s): Dalaun Andrade
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