Story Behind The Song

Realization that self-motivation with pure motive is the ones greatest opportunity

Song Description

Mixing hard-core with God's law and cries from the soul.

Lyrics

(Chorus) Now I'm wakin' up
Been sleepin' long enough
Now I see the bluff
that made me almost dream my life away.
Now Im wakin' up
reality is rough
I wish I could trust
simply dreaming I was free and happy.

A few years ago a friend of mine hit big now I'm sittin' here trying to get mine.
Startin' over from the back of the line feeling regrets of a life with a lot of lost time.
Do I call this living, or preparation for death?
Chanting about freedom, are you wasting your breath?
Believe something so I'm taking a guess.
Heaven is on the right, why am I making a left?
Finally Im taking a step
against all odds, know my enemies is takin' a bet.
A true mission is to make them respect
The best revenge against doubt is to make a success.
Got a long way to go, Im hungry and broke,
My main man's tellin' me about the money in dope, hmmm.
Kinda got me daydreamin'.
Woke up the same day, and gave my life a whole new meaning.

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I woke up this morning with the bible on my mind
'Cause for the last few years I been idle in my time.
God gave His life so I decided to give mine
They got nails for my cross but they hide them in a nine.
Or perhaps a four-five, shot down the more I rise
Seem like I face trial the more that I try.
But I believe I was born as a gift
My name written in heaven, they want it torn from the list.
Ghetto children of the corn in the midst.
I see fields of gold, noticing the lawn needs a lift.
So I rise and I landscape, push til my hands ache,
make life worth something that man can't take.
Freedom up ahead and I cant wait.
Though my legs feel weak and I'm learning how to stand straight.
I smell the coffee and the buttrerd pancake
but the midnight shift's got some work to make a man break.

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I roll flames to the black and mild for those black and wild
shot out my dogs and pray for the black child
'Cause after while the trife life and acting foul
will be condemned at the final trial "cause the beast is cracking down
In the meantime we exist in a world of sin
Where the answer to world peace is in the twisted curls of men.
Me? I'm sinner-man on foot in Timberlands,
with the ax of the Indian prepared to skin a man.
I throw a penny in the can of a derilect.
And show as many as I can how these heretics
teach politics with subjects and direct objects,
subjugates and suspects respect knowledge.
"Cause aint nothing new under the blazing sun
The helping hand handing help held a hand-held gun
Man, what the hell you done to my family and my son,
got us crying in the ghetto but look, here we come.
A pack of young thugs come to realize
holding criminal records and being brutalized.
Wait, arent you the guys, who were mass funeralized
blind like glue in your eyes, but somehow youve become wise?
If you cant see it by now youve got cataracts, and need contacts,
on how they con blacks
but even blind bats throw out sounds to find facts and when it comes back they gather in packs for combat.

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