Get There (feat. JaZz)

The youthful spirit that's livin' deep in my soul
5 foot yellow boy, skinny jeans with a fro
Rappin' outside his apartment like he at a show
Pictured 'bout twenty thousand folks, but the ghetto is all he know
Older siblings, peel missions, stealin' from corner stores
Lady caught him, told him don't bring yo ass here no mo
Runnin' from the cops, in flips flops, now his sandal gone
Dreamin' of showin' off his talent while chillin' with criminals
A basketball bouncin' mimics a rhythm in which he walks
Crossed death; behind the back, spin move, dodgin' the chalk
Baby brother was seasoned while they was sprinklin' salt
They focused on bein' demons, and now they grieving a loss
But him
He wanna be famous
He want lots of money
He gon' take his family places
He from KC, Killa' City, where he from it's dangerous
Where he from they go on trial, they don't go on stages
Life's a maze before amazin'
If you even make it
Bein' alive
Talent with passionate feelins' seen in his eyes
Imagine his dream not happenin' leads him to cry
Leaves him in pieces
Thinks it to be his not sweetest demise
He ain't ready for it
All he ever did was study rap and
Michael Jackson
Fight to win, but lost his passion
Got it back and
Headed for the roof to shoot and snipe distractions
Might just ask him
How many more years until we diamond platinum like imagined
My G

Where you wanna be
We're gonna get there
We're gonna get there, believe
Where you wanna be
We're gonna get there
We're gonna get there, believe

Just don't let go
Don't let go
Don't let go of your dreams
Just don't let go
Don't let go
Don't let go of your dreams

Where you wanna be
We're gonna get there
We're gonna get there, believe
Where you wanna be
We're gonna get there
We're gonna get there, believe



Credits
Writer(s): J. Clark
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