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Nothing Impossible.
- Nothin, impossible.
 - Never falling to human opinion.
 - Still oughta keep on pushing,
 - Time is nothing, but an illusion.
 - While, you keep on waiting.
 - I see time is action,
 - Watch how, how they watching.
 - Momma said, you'll see em passing,
 - You need to do something.
 - get a job, and the education.
 - If they plot against.
 - Get the defense.
 - Tense, I'm not.
 - You begin to question.
 - Why they on me so hot,
 - Cooked, and stressed out.
 - Looking on the other side,
 - That's more green. Outside,
 - I seen too many fiends,
 - Reason why, I by all means,
 - willing to bleed, to break the creeds,
 - Give em, the needs, and not the wants.
 - It haunts, when you chase,
 - No need, can't get fatigued.
 - They on me like a disease,
 - No ease, I'm just trynna get to Sunday's.
 - Yet, also trying to get paid,
 - And a place to always rest my head.
 - Trying to avoid, the hearse, and coffin.
 - To be honest, fuck all the beef,
 - And claim strips, and hood politics.
 - They be like nigga please,
 - I'm on this government cheese.
 - Begin to crack a forty, and roll up this weed.
 - Then be, kicked back, with the family.
 - feeling the breeze, the chimes on porch singing.
 - on the front stoop, children out front playing.
 - And see there's no enemy, unless it's me.
 - On my neck the wooden crucifix beads,
 - tryna fulfil my deeds, then pant the seeds.
 - All the choices, we create, are choices,
 - That are either, for a better future,
 - To the reunion, see we're all eating.
 - Keep it real, in and out the studio,
 - then straight to the spot,
 - I know eventually,
 - this shit got to stop.
 - couple homies, with dreams
 - in the game, on the block,
 - Yet, they ended up quick forgot.
 - when the bullshit comes in,
 - and we're in the drought,
 - gaining the self doubt.
 - Pick the homie up,
 - empty out the cup,
 - For The Lost Ones.
 - Only a couple, know what we feel.
 - it's like we're speaking in tongues.
 - til they, see it's real.
 - they'll never think we're suppose to be here.
 - So we'll still, be one step ahead,
 - While they say it's all in our heads.
 - Nothin impossible,
 - Just gotta keep control,
 - Keep control, Keep it original,
 - keep it g, a grand or million,
 - for the company, the family.
 - To the South, To The South Side,
 - There some hospitality,
 - yet, some hate because you have a heart beat.
 - Palpitation, causation, vexation, Another
 - Nike shoe, Addition onto the street wires above you.
 
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