Pushin' Aside, Pushin' Along

I'ma get to be the king of New York

When the queen in the crib be killing my nights

In the horse I rode in on

She swear the Fresh Prince gon' fail

Parents just don't understand, I'm just trying to get my kid on

Posing in the mirror design, a stone chizzling, the DMC

A pedigree M, a better me than them

Shit, I'm chasing this bus

And once we get on, P (Yeah?) it's all about us

"Yeah, but you can be a lawyer"

But I'm down by law

"Or a doctor, baby!"

Sorry, Ma, I'm a microphone fiend

Addicted to the concept of rolling with a team

And rolling up sleeves in some boss's office

That orbits in the mind of another man

Switch that undergrad over to this other plan

But she snapped back at me like a rubber band

More concerned 'cause she swam in the gutter (Come on Ma!)

I just wanna cop her a crib, and pops, well I don't owe him

His position on the bill is a veto

All I ask is I be treated as an equal

Man, this lack of support seems illegal

Come on, Mom

Through the doubt and the stress

My eyes are glued to it

If it all goes wrong I won't push it aside, I'll push it along

And through stress and the doubt

My eyes are so glued to it

Like the words in the song, we just push it aside, and push it along

Yep, attention from the parent

They just want the best (They want your ass out the nest)

Without falling

Explainin' to them it is my calling

Is like wearing a pack that has the parachute that might not open

And anyway, they shouldn't even be descended

In they minds, upward with your wings extended

Flight time, is the best way

But I'm listening to what my heart in my chest say

I want the rap game, my mama wanna prey on it

Pops like, "Don't even spend another day on it"

He keeps putting me down

Said I'm riding with my hobby in the front seat

Responsibilities in the trunk

And really need to just switch it around

Unplug the dream, push it along

With talent in these streets is pusher of the song

Put smiles on the pretty girls' face

And strength in the dude's embrace, when he's giving me dap

You can see it in their eyes that this **** can rap

But my father, said I need a real blue collar

Can't support a family with a few dollars

But the damage is done, your son's a fiend

For microphone and breakbeats and drum machines

With a large crowd yelling out Pop and Deen

It's swerve from the first serve making them lean

(You know it!)

Through the stress and all the doubt

My eyes stay glued to it

Like the words in the song, just push it aside, push it along

Through the doubt and stress

My eyes are glued

And if it all goes wrong, we just push it aside, push it along

They're like more pain, problems, more stress

I'm like, more lanes, albums, more bless

They're like, not cheering it, not even hearing it

When I'm talkin' 'bout I'm tryna be a pioneer in it

They're like, "This not the real job to fall on"

I'm like, "It's what my soul seems to call on"

I wanna hear 'em say, "Jay, we support you"

But still in all I gotta do what I gotta do

Yeah, and I'ma ride with him, good and bad times

Let this doggy doggy step right out and play the chef

See, this thing is like good hot love

I cater to the concept of pushing, no shove

Debated in the halls, I used to slam doors shut

Miss parental advisory was keeping her eyes on me

But this little piggy's trying to tour the world

With the blessing of his number one girl, I can do this, Ma!

Through the doubt and the stress

My eyes stay glued

And if it all goes wrong, I'ma push it aside, push it along

And through the stress and all the doubt

Ay yo, my eyes are so glued to it

And like the words in the song, we just push it aside, and push it along