Letra

Look past the garbage over the trains Under the ruins though the remains Around the crime and pollution And tell me where do I fit in? South Bronx New York that's where I dwell To a lot of people it's a living hell Full of frustration and poverty But wait that's not how it looks to me It's a challenge and opportunity To rise above the state of debris You've got to start with nothing And then you built Fire low your dream until it lits fulfilled I'm a warrior my art is my sword, my place in society is my reward, because a mind is a terrible thing to waste, success is something we all want to taste Everyone has talent on this earth and you can take it or leave it for what its worth, no matter how hard things may seem you got the potential fulfill your dreams, cuz we the future and its up to us to make our home great and A Plus let your mind be pure and free to create use the beat in your heart and aim to be great
Writer(s): Curtis Brown, Fred Brathwaite Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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