Look into the fountain throw a dime and make a wish cause I've been climbing up the mountain of this life that you posses I'm a battle and a pistol I have not begun to fight I've not even scratched the surface of the things that I just might
chorus: When I will fall, down, pick myself up so I don't hit the ground, now why I'm still alive I don't know how I found a way to take another breath of life when I've been living with so much regret
....? And make something of your life god gave me this gift for something so I will not be contrive look into my eyes are ringlets to my soul and the thing that makes me interesting is the way I lose control
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Now I done bumped around and hit the bottom of the rock trying to make it to the top, stuck on the cash 22's and if i don't, for or if i d, it ain't nothing homie strolling so if I'm alone and cleaning some shooks my dick is shoved in grease while i steam up the clubs dollar for dollar, and bigger dreams cleaning on pollers? I'm feeling things ain't get no better unless they bottle my product its a new generation of hip hoppers and rockers