Hook: Theres a path to pave, and a way to make it X3

Livin like a race, and the pace is hard to climb, day by day its painful but I’m grateful for my time, ups and downs side to sides, wild its like a ride, Drivin spiralin inspired by the bumpy glide, swervin into turbulence, will not spill my wine, On my silky style designed by who else but I?, many moons in my midnight skies, still in tune with my music side, Time to reach deep and pull out pride, Time is tickin on overdrive, Time to shine or sayonara, Cant live life stuck on the bottom,

And as I float along this wind, Im swept into the world’s whirlwind...

Fast forward, More action, Yeah!, Next scene man its just like a movie, passion problems and pussie pulls me, Into fallen moments, now I’m slowin up my motion, but these goals aren’t gettin closer, God don’t hold up homie play those cards your holdin, Don’t fold em

Hook: Theres a path to pave, and a way to make it X3

After my recording sessions, Midnight mischief is the mission, Night brings the beast out of me, Wildin wise but I still see, Got much more to live for, Absorbing life like soap sponge, Pass that grass and puff on, Fill my cup and sip strong, Young and hung and hungry, For some lust and lovely ladies, Lately lifes been funny, cause my friends are making it major, Im still gettin my weight up, slavin over paper, Thats physically and metaphorically, I hold no hate but, Somedays its painful, Drop my stress right to the pad, Rap like God aint have my back, Back in my dark days the blackness drove me close to crashing fast, Matter of fact that may still happen, everyday is random, but I believe there is a way in some form or fashion...Theres a path to pave and a way to make it, I know I ain’t the only one who worries about the time he has, Ambition is a man’s curse, aint a artist mad for, starvin for his crafts work, Black sun looms over shoulders, But I write the light, Hunched over pouring poetry into a binder’s binding, Find me grinding til Im 90, Ill be writing til Im dying, On death bed with pen, Final paper, Single sentance it read: Theres a path to pave and a way to make it, Theres a path to pave and a way to make it

Freestyle: Flash forward everyday I think about the pain, and put it inside of the rhymes Ive got to fuckin say, Awol is the name, I represent with the spit, Im goin hard with the words, Shootin to stars with the gift

Theres a path to pave and a way to make it, no we can’t fake it, no we cant fake it...