Chorus Solomon Childs Yeah, I refuse to go under Somehow its gotta get better Its now or never And money on the wood Make the deal go good Somehow its gotta get better Its now or never [Son One] Yeah, gray skies, another day without the sun again Young stomach is rumbling, money is not coming in Summers, we was budgeting, winters we was struggling Bitter cause the only heat we had was from the oven And the kitchen and the cupboard was bare, peanut butter plus Bread one way, over another our hunger got fed Moms made sure that her seed could eat Please believe, we seen dopefiends on Regal street And thats not where we need to be Two jobs is hard and moms didnt even sleep All in effort just to move up like Jeffersons People walked the street I could see life stressing them Looking for their blessing in the sky And feeling theyre deprived, just wishing they could fly I see a ribbon in the sky Feeling any minute they could die Missing optimism, tear drop dripping from their eyes... Single mothers hold your head, people pushing hard Playing both roles, plus the father never took the job Cut from the cloth of a survivors war They say dying is easy, life is hard [5Star] Now I seen both sides of the lines as designed by the Master The final chapter brings the Rapture, full force On course to break out the chains Israelites vains got me seeking faster lanes Hunger pains merge with migraines And leaves stains across the ghetto Its the birth of Romulo Everybody gotta eat, so the streets holds wars Im clutching the sword and I swing like Reggie Jackson With the passion for survival It almost seems vital, how Im breaking out the cycle With the mindstate that illuminates through the terrordome Where bones of black males consumed caskets In jail cells we twist Ls And inhale the sweet smokes with the hopes of escape My words make rebels salivate at the thought Im caught in the clutches of the dutches Streets filled with murdering ruckus My shells toughness similar to Teflon Wars for Exxon, seeing far when the blocks scars of fresh Crocodile death will take your last breath [M80] I make moves Cause I refuse to go under So used to getting over And I dont mean the shoulder Its on the arm whenever The God is in your neck of The woods righteous teacher Keep on speak on we need ya And so I control I To know why that no wise Men lie and men die When men try to men ties My mental is fundamental I grab the pad and the pencil Begin to stencil All the shit Im into And been through Seen and touched Breathed and Heard Tasted success and put the formula first Thats why I, never forget Why I, never will sweat Making, skyscraper paper And Im on top of my shit Get it...wake up! Chorus Solomon Childs Yeah, I refuse to go under Somehow its gotta get better Its now or never And money on the wood Make the deal go good Somehow its gotta get better Its now or never Its now or never Its now or never Somehow its gotta get better Its now or never Money on the wood Make the deal go good Somehow its gotta get better Its now or never Its now or never Its now or never
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