I remember growing up
No riches in sight dreams bigger than the sea
reaching up high right
Nah, I won't stop
See I've learned to hustle
Never letting it drop away my pride like my crying homeless
City clothes trying to match my vibe
Now we got some work to do searching for peace in a world unknown
Living for the life like beads in a soul and
searching the wide awake shouting for the dawn
like beads in a soul Drawing on a diaper of transformed
Music
StrEER
DRU OM
I'm a hot kind of race.
against.
Still, I ain't afraid
from this country roots.
a
man of a mission.
Still running
a race.
want to keep up the
flow.
Still got some way to
chase.
We don't want to for the
proud afin my
place.
of the life like this is a song between
the waterway and shop and for the gold