Green ft. Humble Poet Wild

Roses, thorns, that's pleasure & pain, similar to the place I was raised

That crack, in the concrete, most never rose to palm trees

On land, where you don't have clutch heat or cuff weed

We call it blessed not luck, knew I had the dna of christ all my life

Can't leave everybody, satisfied many of times I tried and still do

Heart bigger than my body love might be the death of me probably

That's why I give plenty because tomorrow ain't promised

Many people feel that fail when they ain't, filling they pockets

To be a blessing is blessing

Too be a blessing is blessing is priceless

Turn on the light switch