The more that I realize that I've got a purpose The more mopping these floors has got me feeling worthless Work all night just to keep on the lights And pay for studio time (I'm sick of customer service) I should be in the studio stacking vocals Instead I'm in the grocery store, stacking cokes up Stocking peas and corn, this is not why I was born But they keep on telling me to grow up But what's the definition? Give up on all my dreams and fall into the system? What's the point? Honestly must have missed it Wasn't trynna get rich, just wanted them to listen Wanted their attention so I worked through the hard times Kept my head in scriptures, trynna give 'em God's lines And through all this dream chasin' Never thought I'd say it, but Dirty, it's finally our time
We on (Tell everybody) We on (We finally made it) We on (Tell everybody) We on (We finally made it) We on
From 9 to 5 to the people on welfare B.C. cares if don't nobody else care On my 2Pac tip, keep your head up If you got a dream, push hard never let up Look at me, I went from being cashier of the month To dropping "Cashier of the Month" This last year was a trip I went from being crushed To finding a career in the field that I love From checkout lines to punchlines I'm fitting Feeling like Nas, God told me it was written But it didn't happen overnight Looking back over my life I realize why I'm writing the disses What I was born for, predestined for greatness Never lost focus cause I know what faith is Slow down, Guns 'n' Roses patience Must be dreaming, I just can't believe we made itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
