Rocket Man

I know a young man don’t believe in God He believes that he can beat the odds He ain’t got a lot of nothing But he's working hard Giver not a taker got a lot of heart Building him a rocket wanna see the stars He be rhyming while he working yeah he tender bars And that rocket taking shape but the wing is off Doesn’t need a lot of things just a little love Hop up and jump on the clouds See how he bouncing Speaks what he sees to the crowd Watch he move mountains Hop up and jump on the clouds See how he bouncing Speaks what he see to the crowd Watch he move mountains He ain’t never want a fast car He just want to see the planet with her mask off Got to stay on task dog Speed demon got to stay on track dog track God He’ll never drive a Porsche He's just looking for his portion Pick your poison Deep sea breathe the ocean Like the wave God said Hype zone on that dopamine Niggas smoke and dream Not him he’s wide awake Taught to watch for the Jake Bloodhound how to spot a fake Yeah he got the scent now Skilled tracker Long hair like a native man Brown skin love to sing And sometimes dance too No soft shoe No Sambo action from this dude He’s the real deal The real McCoy Or should I say he’s the real uncle Tom You niggas got the story wrong Cause you stupid You hear something and just use it Didn’t even take the time to investigate Black and proud you niggas say but you love to hate On your kinfolk Where you learn that Willie Lynch Willie Lynch Big ears but no common sense you niggas dumbo Wanna trap out trap though But that trap that’s the trap bro It’s hard out here for a pimp Oh yeah I know Gotta get it how you live it And I get it I’m just saying though You can make better moves Make your goals more pacific I mean specific I know that was outta left Depending on where you hail from My people been through hell son And they still are My rocket won’t start