Finding Wings
If ya wanna be the don
If ya wanna be the king
If ya wanna be the one
If ya wanna be the thing
If ya wanna be the boss
If ya wanna be the bling
If ya wanna be the chief
If you wanna be Ka-ching.....
If you're sick of bein' best man
If you wanna wear the ring
If you're fed up being stung
If you wanna be the sting
If you wanna be the song
Then hear all your doubters sing
If you're captive to your Past
If you wanna find your wings....
....If you're sick of bein wrong
If it sucks waiting so long
If you're done being so strong
If you'd trade strength for those wings.....
If ya wanna crush dem grapes
If ya gonna make 'em whine
If you wanna be a Dollar
Turning nickels into dimes
If ya wanna grind the hardest
If ya gonna make it fine
If you've fallen off a bit
But still not far from Di-vine....
If you're sick of feelin' shown up
If ya wanna really shine
If you're over reppin' shadows
If you'll throw up your own sign
If ya wanna live life loosely
If ya wanna toe the line
If you believe in fearless living
If you have no fear of dying
If you wanna be a Killer
Turning syllables to rhymes
If you'd leave 'em doubters dizzy
If ya are one of a kind
If ya wanna be a shooter
Ballin'- ticklin' the twines.....
If you ain''t silly for Laughin'
But still ain't a b*tch for cryin'
If you feel no shame for failing
But you're not content with tryin'
If you're too good to be True
But really too Real to be lyin'
If you're in Babel yelling "YO!"
Underneath the Arch of Zion
If You're cursed to be the Bless-ed One
The Bitter in the finest wine......
what,?.....Praise God! I’m Flying!!!
”SON, I HAVE FELT YOUR PAIN
AND HEARD YOUR CRIES
These scars are only to Remind
Soar in My Glory, above the Grind
What you fly over, leave behind
Taunting Hell, still not defeated
As “The Blessed One” you are defined”
