Lyrics:
William Grant Still

from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin' to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin' the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal But still

nightmare comes to life) Can't wake up and sweat 'Cause it ain't over yet Still dancin' with your demons Victim of your own creation Beyond the will

blood be spilled first Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a hearse? Not me, I'm determined to wake up And still be livin' in the mornin', you feelin

cross over the line for tryin' Y'all know what's gonna happen so they might as well Remain behind us, way behind We on the hardcore grind I never take my mission for granted

mood Sometimes seeing you feel good makes me feel even better Sometimes hunger is the best food Sometimes good just ain't good enough And other times evil will

the things you took for granted Hit you like a bullet in the gut, you can't get up Well, are you gonna even try? 'Cause if you never even try, time will

And so many reasons for the word why we love on yall For instance how you just take us and lift us up Give us chance after chance and we still find a

you won't see me cry Maybe I will write you Someday I may phone To see if you're survivin' Living all alone You know that I still love you Of that I

-ish lil' mama, but keep ya head up But you gon' make it, I promise, you keep your head up And that that don't kill you only makes you stronger And the will