Losing my homies in a hurry, they're relocating to the cemetery.
Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that.
I'm tired of being a nice guy, I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why.
I want to grow. I want to be better. You Grow. We all grow. We're made to grow.You either evolve or you disappear.
You gotta keep ur head up even when the road is hard never give up.
You get time to appreciate things. Perspective, you start looking at things differently.