Greatest Hit

June 14, 2016

Moody young man with his heart on his shoulders late night crying with dreams to grow older

It's all fun and games till you put down the controller pay the cost to be the boss back when men were a lot bolder

I tell this story time and time again them guys that you roll with ain't really yo friends

It's safer to have a better option and seas a bad choice you have to open up and let people hear yo voice

Now mama always said be back home but you so caught up in the fact that your grown

Till one day mama leave yo side and then you see who really down to ride

But it was your desicion that's yo loss you wanna buy jewelry and not worry about the cost

But you do it outta free will and that is ok it's yours you do what you want anyway

Constantly hating saying your weak while they still sitting down and your up on your feet

Hard work pays off you just gotta keep pushing not try to throw a fit when everybody looking

Show case or no case everybody have talent just gotta stand on your own and see if you manage

Well if you can't then I'm sorry that's yo loss you back to buying shoes and DVDs and wrist watches from Ross

Ghetto young man with ghetto dreams you grow wiser and realize everything is not what it seems

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