On The Road (Take It Slow) Lyrics

Im stepping in the season-

Im sowing a newer grind,

Im tryna make a difference-

And open up all our minds,

American controlling-

Is making us all divide,

Were falling to a trap-

And were li-ste-ning to the lies,

Throughout my childhood-

I was hearing-

A bunch of cries,

Were living in this sin-

And were really afraid to die,

This vi-o-lence and greed-

Has been plaguing-

Inside my place-

And so a life-

Is always taken for granted-

Inside this state,

Im facing all this pain-

From a living-

Avoiding grace,

Im praying to the father-

That people can feel a trace,

Sometimes I really wonder-

If falling is in my fate,

Like maybe Im a waste-

In no matter now-

Young. brother-

On the road-

I been-

Tryna make it-

And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-

Im creating-

Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-

And Im baking-

A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-

Working-

A Young. brother-

On the road-

I been tryna make it-

And take it back,

This instrumented passion-

Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-

That Im patient-

Up on the path,

Im fated not to break-

And Im telling a-

Young. brother-

On the road-

I been-

Tryna make it-

And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-

Im creating-

Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-

And Im baking-

A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-

Working-

A Young. brother-

On the road-

I been tryna make it-

And take it back,

This instrumented passion-

Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-

That Im patient-

Up on the path,

Im fated not to break-

And Im telling a-

Young. brother-

On the road-

I been-

Tryna make it-

And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-

Im creating-

Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-

And Im baking-

A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-

Working-

A Young. brother-

On the road-

I been tryna make it-

And take it back,

This instrumented passion-

Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-

That Im patient-

Up on the path,

Im fated not to break-

And Im telling a-

Young. Brother.

Now-

I wonder what is real-

In a world-

That is full of fake,

Nobody could decipher-

The problems-

My mental state,

Im thinking as a man-

That Im-

Pro-ble-ma-ti-cally-

Laced-

And If Im moving at this pace-

Then Im hoping the heavens gates,

They telling us-

That heaven or hell-

Is whats in the next,

Im not in disbelief-

But Im wondering-

If Im set,

Like why were we created-

In facing up all this-

Debt-

While everybody-

Handed money-

Is living without my stress,

Im tryna work in purpose-

While focusing on the checks-

And yet they tell me to be grateful-

While living without a rest,

I wonder if my life-

Is just made-

To make you impressed,

Im talking to you God-

So you knowing-

Where I been pressed,

Im talking through the music-

Cuz prayer-

Is feeling still-

And yet I wonder-

Why the people not living-

Could never heal,

Youre letting people die-

Yet they tell me that youre my shield,

Im talking to you God-

And Im trying to keep it real,

The murder rate-

Inside of my city-

Is going up-

And all I want-

Is just to know-

If youre leaving us in the dust,

Im paranoid and processing-

Wondering who I trust-

And now Im watching everybody-

Whos feeling like they in cuffs,

This powerful depiction of poetrys-

What I love-

And its the only way-

Ar-tis-tically showing-

Where I been stuck,

This powerful depiction of poetrys-

What I love-

And its the only way-

Ar-tis-tically showing-

Where-

Young. brother-

On the road-

I been-

Tryna make it-

And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-

Im creating-

Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-

And Im baking-

A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-

Working-

A Young. brother-

On the road-

I been tryna make it-

And take it back,

This instrumented passion-

Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-

That Im patient-

Up on the path,

Im fated not to break-

And Im telling a-

Young. brother-

On the road-

I been-

Tryna make it-

And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-

Im creating-

Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-

And Im baking-

A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-

Working-

A Young. brother-

On the road-

I been tryna make it-

And take it back,

This instrumented passion-

Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-

That Im patient-

Up on the path,

Im fated not to break-

And Im telling a-

Young. brother-

On the road-

I been-

Tryna make it-

And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-

Im creating-

Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-

And Im baking-

A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-

Working-

A Young. brother-

On the road-

I been tryna make it-

And take it back,

This instrumented passion-

Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-

That Im patient-

Up on the path,

Im fated not to break-

And Im telling a-

Young. Brother.

Better businesses-

Are booming-

And building up newer schools-

And yet we havent got a piece-

So Im wondering what it do,

I understand the system-

Would rather see me a fool-

And so Im thankful to my God-

That the vision is what he drew-

And that is true.

Im never dependent-

On limitations-

Im avoiding out the placement-

Of faking-

What they been stating-

And they'd rather see me-

Working-

With lower percentage pay-

And thats a shame-

Cuz everybody-

That struggles-

Is working hard,

I hope I go to college-

And saving up where I can,

Afraid of every moment-

Im losing another band,

The power is created-

When money is in your hands,

This systematic principles-

Crazy-

And thats a fact.

I. Say.

We gotta slower-

To stop and think.

We. Say.

Fighting and winning it-

In the ring.

I. Say.

We gotta make it-

While were in sync,

We say.

Poverty-

Never should be a thing,

I. Say.

We gotta slower-

To stop and think.

We. Say.

Fighting and winning it-

In the ring.

I. Say.

We gotta make it-

While were in sync,

We say.

Poverty-

Never should-

Young. brother-

On the road-

I been-

Tryna make it-

And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-

Im creating-

Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-

And Im baking-

A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-

Working-

A Young. brother-

On the road-

I been tryna make it-

And take it back,

This instrumented passion-

Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-

That Im patient-

Up on the path,

Im fated not to break-

And Im telling a-

Young. brother-

On the road-

I been-

Tryna make it-

And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-

Im creating-

Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-

And Im baking-

A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-

Working-

A Young. brother-

On the road-

I been tryna make it-

And take it back,

This instrumented passion-

Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-

That Im patient-

Up on the path,

Im fated not to break-

And Im telling a-

Young. brother-

On the road-

I been-

Tryna make it-

And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-

Im creating-

Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-

And Im baking-

A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-

Working-

A Young. brother-

On the road-

I been tryna make it-

And take it back,

This instrumented passion-

Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-

That Im patient-

Up on the path,

Im fated not to break-

And Im telling a-

Young. Brother.