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I know you gotta make your run
But man, Spend some time with your daughter or your son
Take a day or two to some 'em some fun
Play your part as a dad
Be responsible for what they become
Because maybe that long talk, firm hug or that laugh
Will help your kid read fluently or better at math
It's gonna take more than just a school staff
To prepare them for the struggle that awaits in their path
You want the cars and the raw chains
But you don't thank the Lord above for the small things
The food in your fridge, your girl or your wife
The source of it all, the one that brings the drive in your life
Don't get me twisted, be about your bread
But let the truth be said
You'll go so further if you pray before you go to bed
I put my heart in this song
Because I've seen hate stirring us wrong
But we can fix it with love
The Globetroddas take your soul a ride
Put all the pain and the strain and the stress aside
Release yourself, don't be ashamed to do what you feel inside
Throw up your hands, show some love. Love!
I got love. For the first rapper paving the way
To the highest paid rapper today
Showed a young, inner city kid another way of livin'
Who could have been another nigga dead or in prison
Although the block brought me stress
The block made me fresh
The block propped me and wished me the best
So when the homies got it rough out there
We just reminisce the old days chilling while we put it in the air
We throw the family get-togethers backyard in the summer
And dance with our Mamas to Pac's "Dear Mama"
We grub good under the sun and pay homage
To the elders, and gather 'round taking pictures
And listen to that uncle who lies and bullshits ya
And watch the little ones grow tight, run around til the sun goes down
The whole vibe of this sound is straight love
Globetrodda front-liner Derrick Buck
Here with Drew, Big Drak and Chuck
To turn it out no question, but mainly here to pass down a message:
Your lifetime's the ultimate blessing
Focus on the big picture and it puts it perspective
I know it gets hectic at times and nerve wrecking
But the sunshine's coming good times are rolling along
The struggle's only making us strong
Writer(s): Derrick Buckley, Anthony Walsh
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