The Balcony

December 16, 2009 2wentyWon

Call me Picasso, I’m doing it a little differently

Not Ricky Ross, but I’m pushing on these frequencies

Eat it up. I see it. The world’s what’s coming to me.

Take it in. I’m supposed to be.

Some dreams stay dreams, some dreams come true.

While these fools sleep on me, I’m working harder than you

Fall off? That’s something I’ll never do

I’m like a Kenyan running laps in my Nike shoes

I’m moving moving, what I have got you choosing

Still climbing up. On platforms I’m cruising

Take it down a notch, cus up hear it’s hard to breathe

Reaching for that fruit of life, yea, it’s worth a squeeze

‘Say hello to my friend’ cocked with two hands

I’m on the balcony searching for a new plan

I’ma take this leap of faith and give it my all

This could be the end, or the start of it all

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