| yea good morning people
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| see im here to speak to the world today
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| im a firm believer in dreams and all that there
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| since my dream came true
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| so you know how they tell you the sky is the limit?
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| well so many people reach for the sky
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| and they can’t really grab nothin
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| people like it ain’t nothin in the sky Ace
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| you can’t see nothin but if you close your eyes
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| and you just imagine and you believe
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| that your dream is in hands reach as long as
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| you believe it
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| it dont matter what nobody else gotta say
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| home boy
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| and ladies and gentlemen you will be closer to your
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| dream regardless of what they say
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| speak to em
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| it go cold winters and hot summers as im lookin through
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| that window can see that it might thunder
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| the clouds start to huddle
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| the rain hit the shutters
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| i start to see a puddle with loud sounds of clutter
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| was tought when i was younger when rain fall poors
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| its god givin tears as it poors from above
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| so i stand and i soar with my knees to the floor
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| and my head to the sky like go i am yours
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| whether not i see tomorrow and i got on my tour
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| swear to raise your name high light the libertian torch
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| was smart train to thought as i pass by the parks
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| i just stop and i park like this is my city
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| i emerge from the blocks an stay from the cops
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| bein judged by the locks wit a pocket full of rocks
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| an a mouth full of gold they just urge em to stop
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| an any nigga fitted that disturb on the block
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| i hear it all day that my niggas gettin caught
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| i just hold my head down we already in a drought
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| my cousin in the fears cause she took a different rought
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| an my homie in the bed cause he bout to lose his house
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| see our president is black we should never keep a doubtin
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| never keep em out man show a nigga how
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| ya and i can feel it in the air though
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| these niggas mad but i vision them like scarecrows
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| i can hear em when they whisper me to die slow
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| but i dont fear em cause my breed just like a cyclone
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| either move or get easily stepped on
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| im in my own race sprint not a cell phone
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| hard body mind frame like a shell toe
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| rookie of the year now im tryin to sell more
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| im gettin closer to my dream MLK
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| tryin to be the best at it each and every day
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| i told my niggas that i got us each and every way
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| and Broward county don’t worry cause i pave way
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| never listen to a can’t gotta get paid
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| mind frame left earth but it wont change
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| seven os in the bank is my first aim
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| so i do claim that when i do pray
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| super stars who’d a thank not a lupe
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| but i do pay homage i promise
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| any nigga comin outta Broward i got em
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| even tho i wasn’t so honored
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| my mind frame stuck to the commas beside all the drama
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| chea lifes all great except when my nigga passed away
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| it was nothin i could do nor say
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| i felt like i was stuck in a cage as i suffer for days
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| an i stared an i gazed reminisce when we hang
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| like i can’t be blamed and please god change that
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| time on the clock and his place on the block
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| an hold that shot as it blast from the glock
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| just to re-wind times so the pain it can stop
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| and i just refuse see my dawg in a box
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| and i know he lookin down as he gaze from the top
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| and he send me that love so i aim for the top
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| he would tell me go hard and never ever stop
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| he would probably take a picture thats my dawg
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| even though a nigga miss ya i love my dawg
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| an even through these tears gon fall
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| i promise i will never ever fall
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| i promise i will stick to my dream and ride for the team
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| as you rode it for me chya now im free
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| and every day i keep you closer to me
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| your mind and your soul im approachin my dream
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| and im closer to where i wanna be r.i.p. |
| my nigga
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| i love ya home boy ya |