Verse1 God forgive Cause Im still just tryin to live Young black boy with so much give They try cut me off y they wanna take a limb So Im looking up at Jesus as I try to sing the hymn Cause they dont want me they just want him They want the illest realist lyricist Who got a certificate for killing it But that part of me is starting to die Ask why I guess the dream within me is just starting to die But I havent showed my true colours so I guess Im bout to dye But its soft because I came to testify We are the chicks and were about to test to fly Yes were about to touch the sky The early bird gets the worm But its the one that goes mad with power sit and watch it squirm I got my hand on the firm And if you aint learn your lesson boi well your about to learn Chorus Cant believe that Im surviving Cant believe that Im still thriving Cant believe that Im still striving Cant believe a homie in the penitentiary Cant believe a homie Locke down for a century Cant believe it hit my heart so heavily Can you feel all my words through my melody Verse 2 Go back to days like this And reminisce Rapping till day end a little caterpillar In its chrysalis When vision was seen much less about the green No need to intervene But now its time to change our opticals Now materialistic is the obstacle Is that why we persecute Depends your angle on it is guess the human mind is acute Cause we wanna be like everyone Instead our selves Would you really get a book if it was the same on every shelf But the human Mind wants to do whats right Found in the words I write Trying to find the light cause at the end of the day its either fight or flight Cause weve lost sight Tryin to find the site Speak the truth then try to exit us Slap them with rule book showem straight to exodus Chorus Cant believe that Im surviving Cant believe that Im still thriving Cant believe that Im still striving We gon get there so keep on grinding Life is a boat and it must row on why Cause life goes on You want a victory so pass the Baton If you think its a joke then press my buttons Let a young youth from the six come carry on This aint baggage boy this aint no carry on Imma keep going at from night till dawn Till my last breath gone I keep it real with you homie this aint no once upon Use or be used neither I am not a pawn I keep it fresh and green like a new cut lawn Chill and speak the truth thats a message from the Don
believe, thriving, striving, surviving, homie