Open up the gate. Let my prayer rise up. And I struggle every day just to get myself up. For the force of gravity that keeps sinking my ship. Time again one is bound to slip.
As I take a look down the boulevard. Full of ghetto youth, life is very hard. So many faces bearing the battle scars. But love I bring to the people. Coming straight from the heart.
Like a hard mama work just trying to get by (hey yea). And enough ghetto youth so they still want no get no bly. Just keep on the hustle 'cause we have to stay pon the grind.
So long weve been on this journey. And I know we can make it. Stay strong our hearts been yearning. And no one can break it. Round and round our road keeps turning.
(Hook). You can't run away, run away. You gotta face this. You can't run away, run away. You gotta face this. Time is moving fast. Can't dwell on the past.