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[Intro:] Say to those with fearful hearts,""Be strong, do not fear; your God will come, he will come with vengeance; with divine retribution he will come to save you [Verse 1:] 5 years ago I had a 5 year plan But that plan wasn't work so I did understand All it takes was practice, cause I always keep rushing But I’m good, I’m a baby, my legs, keep crawling These concrete strong enough to break bones and dreams Cream on my brain, but that’s not my main thing Everyone’s questioning, god protect all my fears Look at these shoes, I bet you can’t fit my toes Sacrifice, stretch and crawl my blood, sweat, and tears Watch these rappers, selling souls, in the club fucking hoes This generation getting heavy, I’m trying to lift them back Up in the sky, away from drugs, then again, fuck the teachers Someone needs to teach them, the qualities of living I’m reaching for the stars above to paradise Turn to page ‘95, hope your dreams don’t crush Pray that you live slow, no need to live very fast Every day I’m on my grind, get paid, what I earn Came from hard work, but there’s more obstacles to come I don’t pay no minds to these aggravated fools Got the tools to shoot for anything, buy any means Don’t wanna suffer the hatred as capital punishment Trying to make change, but my actions don’t make sense ‘95 what year, we work to get a rooftop Food, clothes, place to sleep, so well never flop [Hook:] Can’t keep running away from all of your problems Gotta face your fears or your fears won’t solved them Is there any love anything they can feel? Have you ever heard some shit that was real? Can’t keep running away from all of your problems Now that I’m older, gotta fight like a solider Always got a coin whenever I toss my wish Hope I sleep in the wishing well, when I’m well wished [Verse 2:] Had small friends, got enemies, cry a lot, not tough enough Always absent, stood in silence, rage in violence Love simple things, not ballistic, or ignorant Hatred is my bitch, people happy to see me suffering Let bygones be bygones, that’s the way it is We buy guns to demise our enemies so be gone Those were the school days, bullies always gotta spray Now I’m 23 like MJ, I’m a grown man today Born a warrior, young Walter with the poems And a solider, who explores, I’m a thrill seeker You win some and lose some like Craig’s father Willie You gotta face your fears our else your fears will hurt you deadly I had to watch videos how to fight back my nigga Food Lion profiled me, I was Trayvon Martin Have problems on my own, fucks going on their life? Tried to brush it, but my brain tells me don’t forget it Hell raising, gun holding, new worldly dimension Fuck the haters fuck their life, mind, body, soul, pride Fight in the battlefield, play all death match Raise the flag, when I conquest all objectives [Pre-Hook:] I was on the floor screaming hanging myself Screaming at these walls, finding ways to get help Looking at the ceiling, reaching for the clouds If the sun could talk, it would tell me to know how I was daydreaming l I could be the best ever Writing with the pen, illustrated by Walter Visioning my future, don’t know how so long I flip my coin to the wishing well, please don’t flip me off [Hook:]