Pulling your confidence through Some courage is well overdue I believe solely in all your promise Why waste a second in doubt You could be helping you
come now on a dark star Seeing demons, not what we are Tiny minds and eager hands Will try to strike but now will end today There's progress now Where
Down, down, let your crazy out Boys go crazy over you Grip like a New York window cleaner Just staring at you Youth don't leave me, hair stay on me God
Oh no, turning into cannibals and everything That she wants is made out of minerals I don't know what I done, she only speaks in subliminals The reception
There's a little animal, way up in the air My nose and tongue are roving, but maybe it's not there There's a little man now, in the middle of the earth
Going through a world of sad debris, Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership: The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion, The ancient western
' distance and it can't include you It's progress 'til there's nothing left to gain It's progress, it's a message I'll send It's progress, it is a debt
Sitting around, no work today Try pacing to keep awake Laying around, no school today Just drink until the clock Has circled all the way It's late afternoon
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more You vatos make me not want to listening to rap no more Hoping you don't have no more [Chorus] Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one Got so many
drama I feel I was put o the test, I ain't about fallin' No struggle no progress I'm only about ballin' {yella boy} No struggle no progress when I struggle I can't progress
Open your eyes if you dare Carry us on to the crossroads Come to your senses and care 16 million, I can't hear you at all Some say that's progress,
Life takes root in the deepest, dark ground Where bones, blood and honor have been trampled down And beaten like ponies and driven to town When reason
, just like me (Just like me) Tryna be complete (Just tryna be complete) Just understand we're all just a work in progress (Just understand we're all a work in progress
I sat me down to write a simple story Which maybe in the end became a song In trying to find the words which might begin it I found these were the thoughts
'm a coward and a hypocritical sinner Like a bitchin' politician But my anger's true I am tense and intentional I'm passionate to a fault I am old But I'm a work in progress
they not have their way with using the name of progression if it was real progression greed would not dictate our souls if it was real progression we
s a work in progress soon to be End of the road but I don't stress cause I have been her before You know My life's a work in progress (And even though
