I was born... I was born... I was born... . I was born in a concrete jungle. and I learned to make my own way (learned to make my own way). I was raised by streets and the beats.
Intro:. Can't hold on.. . Hook:. Hold on is what they say. But I say open up your hands and let it fly away. Until the day it comes back and it was meant to be.
Intro:. Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play that beat.. Won't you play if for me. In the mix mister hop. forward hop back. Hop, hop hop.. . Verse 1:. The second somebody dies somebody else is born.