Song Description

A moving motivational guitar-driven rock/hip-hop anthem with a very soulful and sticky hook.

Lyrics

I think they hate me cause they ain't me
and they see I'm on my way to be living greatly
still trying to do the right thing despite what who might think
feel like my dreams are trapped inside a few tight blinks
So most nights I don't sleep till like 5 or 6 am
I ain't playing ill sleep when I'm rich hit the streets
like a gypsy fly I keep on moving
I got nothing to tell you but keep your eyes on me
you will you see what I'm doing I live for the 3 women n my life
my daughter my mother and of course my future wife
I'm making plans you could shake my hand or eat my smoke liars
and the flow fire Garvey and Martin my ghostwriters
you smell me? close my eyes say what they tell me
that's my freestyle they keep telling get free child
keep grinding keep smiling keep karma on your side
grind till you sweat or you ain't grinding yet

Now go!

Chorus:

I know where I'm from I know where I'm going
can't nobody tell me different
though the race is long and my legs feel broken
I will not stop, man, listen
and when I die on that day
I want every hood to look up and say

Go! Go! Go!

And we all feel the same
I heard so many of my people say
what did I do to deserve to live like this?
why was I born poor and they born rich
cause my skin like chocolate and their skin like milk
I didn't ask to be here yeah well that's spilled milk
And spilled milk is spoiled milk so please don't sip
I don't trip my and my phone don't flip
I'm on my qwerty keyboard networking on the net
surfing trying to sea shores beyond my horizon
Its my destiny to be wealthy if I'm lying I'm flying
and I will fly to you before I lie to you still the sky
is the limit cause you was born in it don't mean you gotta die in it
ain't gotta die trying to get it don't let the streets fool you
but feel free to let your preachers and your teachers school you
its one way out only one safe route
and karma is a bitch so try to keep your name out her mouth!

Now go!

Now it's a message in the music you can use it or refuse it
Gypsy we don't make excuses we make movements
and it aint just making money tho you better get your wealth
but think outside the hood don't Michael Vick your self
whatever the next man got you can get for your self
all this hating need to stop it aint good for your health
Instead of hating my moves try making my moves
you can't spend a day in my shoes less you can pay my dues
just hold down your square like a spot on the chessboard
more sweat more grind I'm getting mine you get yours
check score pawns getting took for coming sideways like rooks
but who's really getting money? study the game like a playbook

Then Go