" I've been studying this world and so for I ain't impressed , 
Where do we belong ? were all just trying to progress , 
That's why our elders say we growing up to fast our generation looks a mess ,
And no I ain't no different myself , But I hate to say the rest ,
Most of us won't make it its survival of the best .But it's the hope from the youngest ages that makes us try ,
Tryna come to terms with shit we just couldin't understand at the time ....
But that's understandable,
Its practice that makes perfect so how the hell could we handle ,
Being told we couldn't do it
Everybody shout this anthem !
Not everyone can make it
Thats why Im trying to be lucky , i
trying to make something and it ain't about the money"


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