This is what I’m made for Every single moment that I’m living I can feel it on the stage for You don’t know the half of, half of what I’ve given to make it up to this level Every day at home spitting every day alone wishing While every role shifting And every cold win It’s getting heavy, road slipping Every day maybe my last chance to make it Every day I’m seeing less cash on the bank slip Grasp and get anxious rap like a tank ship Give ‘em something that they’ve never had from this basement Show ‘em what you made of, just tell ‘em straight up You can go and take on the world What you afraid of? Yes, it’s right around the bend It’s a first round look now let the the rounds begin No need to count to 10 We can count the win And you can count me to knock out every sound I’m in This my day, this is my night This is my pain, this is my life This is what I was born to do, I was born to do Every new day, every new night Every new stage, every new fight This is what I was born to, I was born to do
Posted on: Mon, 01 Jul 2013 02:59:29 +0000
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