Bless Up

All I hear is run young brotha' run run

To get where you're going, gotta leave where you're from

Yeah them niggas is your homies but them niggas is some bums

They wanna smoke weed, fuck bitches, burn funds

I need them type of bonds where we work to have fun

Push each other hard until we get the mission done

Iron sharpens iron, I don't want nobody crying

Unless we're throwing up a toast for the ones who died trying

Even then we don't shed tears round here

Knowing that it's flowing through a poet so sincere

I whip and steer, no hands with my window smeared

The way to go along the road when your faith is clear