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| ShyChlo | Dec 12 2006, 04:50 PM |
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I wake up in the morning wipe the sleep from my eyes, Then I start to realise another day's gone by. Coz I'm "One Step Closer" like Linkin Park, Inching nearer, yet it feels I'm sinking fast. 2 decades on this earth, seems it's been wasted, Can only smell sucess, now I wanna taste it. It's like a mental hustle in the ghetto of my mind, Gotta feed my creativity coz it's getting deprived. It's just my state of mind that's been holding me back, No excuses now, this brain of mine has gotta face facts. Don't follow footsteps, Ima make my own, So many pairs of creps so it don't look like I'm alone. Major force pushing me, but independent like Rawkus, The choices we make are only based on what they taught us. Label me what you want just like Stan Cohen, My name ain't Tom Tom, but I know where I'm going. Creps=kicks...do american's say creps? Don't think anything else needs explaining. |
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