| I like to get inside the car and drive,
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| Along open roads to open up my mind.
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| Watch the sunrise, reflect on life,
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| Wishin' that the gas prices wasn’t so high.
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| The lust of the dollar will make you holla or cry.
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| But even in the winter the birds still fly.
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| Sometimes success is deceiving to the eye.
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| Because people say they rich when they just getting by.
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| Television make you think it’s something you can buy.
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| But before you get the truth you gotta sort through the lies.
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| Choose your own path and walk on by.
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| The only true failure is if you don’t try.
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| I don’t respect people who don’t respect time
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| Sittin' on they hands while the clock ticks by.
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| Consider this a word to the wise
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| If you love what you do then it ain’t really a grind
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| I’m talkin' 'bout hard work
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| I’m talkin' 'bout patience
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| It’s a celebration of your journey
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| Even when you don’t know your final destination
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| I’m talkin' 'bout hard times.
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| I’m talkin' 'bout blood, sweat and tears.
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| Recognize that the reason that you’re here.
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| Is only 'cause you figured out a way to persevere.
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| I never wanna have to tell the people who I am.
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| You wanna learn a thing or two, talk to my fans.
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| Or hop in the van and come to my jam,
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| I practice on my set until two A.M.
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| Before this was my job I just wanted one chance
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| To motivate the crowd in my b-boy stance.
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| Explore the art form and see foreign lands
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| And now that it’s here it ain’t slippin' through my hands
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| How we pay homage but stay so advance?
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| With style like water, and waves that crash.
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| It knows no form, constricts and expands,
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| Try to hold it down it just slips through the cracks.
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| My ritual is wax, I’m piling the stacks,
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| Intentionally use the sound of vinyl when it cracks.
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| Your boy means biz, you can feel in my raps.
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| Seen and done it all but spiritually intact.
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| I’m talkin' 'bout hard work.
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| I’m talkin' 'bout patience.
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| It’s a celebration of your journey,
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| Even when you don’t know your final destination.
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| I’m talkin' 'bout hard times.
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| I’m talkin' 'bout blood, sweat and tears.
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| Recognize that the reason that you’re here.
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| Is only 'cause you figured out a way to persevere. |