youth

Once there was a boy who was about six
Who dreamed of touching the moon with his lips
And looked to street lamps above him for guidance
When his nights were shrouded by violence

Lots of travel came his way
But he was always pressin' play
Searchin' for a meaning, and tryin' to shape his future
Some say he decided he wants to be a producer

Some say he decided he wants to be a producer, oh
Some say he decided he wants to be a producer



Credits
Writer(s): Brynn Cortez
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