Boulders

Yeah
Yeah

Yeah

Chip on my shoulder
Still find ways to move boulders
I got pain but I tell mom it can't hold us
Tell a cop he can't control us
Think I'm guilty from within
Stats saying I should fail
Years later look at him

Bend on my brim
Hand-me-down on my limbs
Older brother doing time
Who goin' give me my gems?
Educated class clown
Think I dug myself in
I'm underground tryna' dig up a win
Still keep a grin
Suicide letters sent from the pen
My mom reading with chills
I pray my brother don't bend
This shit getting for real
We fighting demons within
With these walls closing in
I need to find me a pen

Chip on my shoulder
Still find ways to move boulders
I got pain but I tell mom it can't hold us
New school for every grade
Will I ever get to sit?
Nerdy kid moves into his forth hood
Who is this?

Woke up on The Lamb
And it's been ever since
I adapt but still remained myself
I had to balance in
Made a pack but shit got sticky
Once my nigga hit the pen
Situations made it thin
Still would never trade em' in
Found a love in Michigan
Still I won't the truest
I got tendencies like many men
You could say I blew it
I was swinging like a ceiling fan
Playing both sides like a middle man
Too many good nights
Thought I was Will-I-Am
Too much rolling the dice
My luck was all hype
All that time chasing women
I almost stalled flight
Storing tracks on a drive
I lost it all twice
I questioned God
He said "It's Alright"
I keep a

Chip on my shoulder
Still find ways to move boulders
I got pain but I tell mom it can't hold us



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Nixon Jr
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