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To The Moon


I'm going say this rhyme and it comes from the heart So you know I'm going play my part So this is only an art So if you get to know me then you know me You should really get to know me Sky is the limit Nope no it's not I have never been scared nope never that We breaking the atmosphere Cause we leaving out of here We shooting for the stars We going to the moon We going to the moon We going to the moon We going to the moon Going to the moon And I'm never going back to the doctors Cause I'm to ill my friend just the hospital They tell me when I'm going to die How they know Only god know God knows it's time So I say this without no crime So you all get it mentally I will never leave you a stray Don't believe in orphans Give them something we don't need no abortion We can make it Come and fly with me Look up come soar with me Don't look down with one foot on the ground Your almost there We leaving out of here Go to a place of paradise I swear it must be nice But you got to listen to me Believe in your self Believe in your heart You going make it Keep your chin up Eyes open Now the worlds open We hoping Cause we not joking We unlimited Limit use if you dare The pain you feel won't compare I'm just making them aware Now go head and shine This music that i make only took some time But you know it's mine Don't give a chance They don't need it They already had it Now they mad Now they going hate on us Man that's just a plus Build me up Cause we going to the moon Going to the moon We going go soon You ask what this means It's in your dreams Imagine Sensory skills of a wizard with these words Painting pictures with these verbs Literally amazing just touching the surface Going through life trying to find your purpose Hope I'm not making you nervous But I am preaching to them like Sunday service I'm a man like a Prince or a King Teaching men to do the right thing Yea I do procrastinate But when I do speak its truth Be careful what you wish for It comes back to bite ya So take these words as an assentive Time to take lessons from the master I'm going preech to you like a pastor Answer to life like the number seven Cause I'm working for heaven Falling Angel I'm a solider on this earth So watch my birth
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