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letra de long way to go - mr. probz

[chorus: mr. probz]
my feet are tired
and the pain shows
there’s such a long way to go now
such a long way to go
gotta be strong
by myself now
such a long road
my souls so cold
weaken all my bones
but i gotta work hard
just to reach my goal
such a long way to go
so many miles left
but i’m here now

[joe budden]
please lord something gotta give
they say for every negative
there’s a positive
but i ain’t positive
for every buck deposited
we still in the hood
livin’ like hostages
and never mind colleges
school of hardknocks scholarship
dealing with politics
i would just self success
in the store
if i could bottle it
but, i ain’t a millionaire
won’t see me in forbes son
life is like a beach chair
when you can afford one
ruger loaded
just in case the war come
might as well
everything is coming to the forefront
need a clear head just to think
and f-ck a drink and my two-step
n-gga, i’m two-steps from a drink
so pressure either bust pipes
or it make diamonds
no matter how high up the mountain
i stay climbing
freedom i keep chancin’
so if i fall like beyonce
i just get back up and keep dancing

[chorus]
[joe budden]
(yo mouse, talk to ’em)
never been a goal that i couldn’t reach
never been a lesson i couldn’t teach
i done been through the world and back
f-ck school
i got all the facts
all i do is stand tall
when they got my back against the wall
when it’s game time
all we do is ball
my n-ggas’ll be here in one call (one call)
one call (one call)
when sh-t gets heavy
all i do is pick up the phone
ain’t gotta go through nothing alone
when sh-t gets heavy
all i do is pick up the phone
ain’t gotta walk through this world alone
if i’m on my own

[mr. probz]
keep on standing on my own 2 feet
everytime that i cry
when i sweat
when i bleed
see nothing can stop me
no nothing except me

[chorus]
[joe budden]
i’m chasin’ after pies
with bags under my eyes
you looking at my representative mask
it’s a disguise
and i don’t do things
like i used to
the past is the past
i’m presently thinkin’
bout the future
certain n-ggas bettin’ i fall
i’m speed jogging
through the quicksand
i’m juggling 3 medicine b-lls
see i’m coming up
used to share a room
with 2 cellmates
now i tower over the devil
but this ain’t h-ll date
long way to go
i see my feet getting blisters
i dare em
talk to me like mike richards
or play don imus
and think it’s cool
to disrespect our sisters
i guess we got a while
‘fore they actually get the picture
i think about virginia tech
think about katrina
n-ggas that caught sean bell
slippin’ with the nina
a day before the wedding
safety off the weapon
though all these things
play in my head
i keep steppin’

[chorus]

- mr probz

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