First Set

Mark Edmond, if you didn't know...

First set, Mark Edmond
Let's get it, let's get it

Everyday, I feel I'm getting closer to my goals
Me giving up, must means hell froze
Making sacrifices, every week the same clothes
Got some new kicks, but my Uncle Kevin bought those
Rarely on the scene, niggaz be doing the most
Look at her right there, thinking what to post
So, tell me what's the point for me to even go
Gotta be intoxicated to feel comfortable
But, to each his own
Likely, I'ma pass
Tryna see how, I'ma execute these plans
And it's up to me, to change my circumstances
I want better, feels like I'm running out of chances
The years passing by, can hear the door closing
Refuse to fall victim, caught up in the system
A lot of niggaz ain't make it out where I come from
I pray to God, that I'm the chosen one

Good work, good work



Credits
Writer(s): Marc-allen Saint Fort
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