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I know you gotta make your run But man, Spend some time with your daughter or your son Take a day or two to some 'em some fun Play your part as a dad Be responsible for what they become Because maybe that long talk, firm hug or that laugh Will help your kid read fluently or better at math It's gonna take more than just a school staff To prepare them for the struggle that awaits in their path You want the cars and the raw chains But you don't thank the Lord above for the small things The food in your fridge, your girl or your wife The source of it all, the one that brings the drive in your life Don't get me twisted, be about your bread But let the truth be said You'll go so further if you pray before you go to bed I put my heart in this song Because I've seen hate stirring us wrong But we can fix it with love The Globetroddas take your soul a ride Put all the pain and the strain and the stress aside Release yourself, don't be ashamed to do what you feel inside Throw up your hands, show some love. Love! I got love. For the first rapper paving the way To the highest paid rapper today Showed a young, inner city kid another way of livin' Who could have been another nigga dead or in prison Although the block brought me stress The block made me fresh The block propped me and wished me the best So when the homies got it rough out there We just reminisce the old days chilling while we put it in the air We throw the family get-togethers backyard in the summer And dance with our Mamas to Pac's "Dear Mama" We grub good under the sun and pay homage To the elders, and gather 'round taking pictures And listen to that uncle who lies and bullshits ya And watch the little ones grow tight, run around til the sun goes down The whole vibe of this sound is straight love Globetrodda front-liner Derrick Buck Here with Drew, Big Drak and Chuck To turn it out no question, but mainly here to pass down a message: Your lifetime's the ultimate blessing Focus on the big picture and it puts it perspective I know it gets hectic at times and nerve wrecking But the sunshine's coming good times are rolling along The struggle's only making us strong
Writer(s): Derrick Buckley, Anthony Lynn Walsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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